When I was a child I lived in Virginia out in the boonies. We had about 100 acres of woods, waterfalls over a creek, a koi pond and rope bridges over ravines. I was afraid of the snakes but I loved the frogs and lizards that I would catch. I was always outside in my world of fairies, a lot of that time as close to the top of a tree as I could get. I would play in the gazebo for hours on end. To me this was paradise.
A few years ago, after dreaming about it for years I went back to my childhood home. It was difficult to find because of all of the new housing additions in the area. But there in the middle of it all was my home with the little guest cottage behind it. When I realized I had finally found it I burst into tears I was so overcome.
The owner allowed us to walk around the place a bit, she was very hospitable. I took pictures of my granddaughter in the broken down gazebo by the creek and beside the dried up koi pond. It was sad to see what time had done to the place but it refreshed my soul to walk on the same soil that meant so much to me as a child.
It was a good day.
That was beautiful, it is always beautiful reading about your youth.