A Walk Through The Past

Are they simply childhood dreams or are they things I've done and seen. Paths I've helped to form with my tread and step or damage gone unnoticed, grass trampled down and dead.

I took a walk at the weekend. It's not a route I have traced for 29 years. Things can change so much.

The old disused power station is gone, bloody eye sore, and yet. Dangerously, we played in there as kids, it was also the location of my first kiss.
The river bank now reclaiming what it used to be. Although pleased nature is taking something back I am still a little saddened.

I continue to walk, my old fella at my heels my young one bounding ahead, absorbing every new scent and running wild. I smile to myself, I was like that once even though I do not have four legs or that sensitive muzzle.

We break from the tree line and I see a steep sandy steep bank with a massive tree at the top, where we used to build rope swings that would swing us out over the rapids.
The same rapids we would bomb down on tractor inner tubes, stolen from a local farm and patch repaired.

There was a whole bunch of us that did these reckless things and we did far more dangerous things too.
We picked up the odd broken bone and a few stitches along the way but we were fearless.

It's ironic that despite all the crazy things we did none of us were seriously hurt, it's adulthood that has proved our mortality.
At least 4 of our little gang have passed and in varying ways but each one taken way before they should have been.

However the memories of what we used to get upto make me smile.

My mind asks the question, what happened to the child I used to be?
Elements of him still remain but I am a lot darker and a lot more cynical these days.
I almost answer my own question by saying life happened, with all its responsibilities and demands, but this is wrong.

Life did not happen, people happened. Ensure the ones you surround yourself with are the right ones

Craig