Childhood Places

As a child I used to play in the garden with my dog at my childhood home. When you are a kid everything seems so much more magical. To me, it still is. I can still see how I thought that my backyard was enchanted with fairies.
The trees created a shelter for me to play under as I climbed up the steep yard to look out onto a view of water

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It was all mine. My kingdom.
While the junk lying around may be different.

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Somehow all I feel is wonder when I go back.

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The light from the sun breaks over the mountain.

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