Wednesday, 1 October 2008
I went back to my old house, had a look. I cought sight of the wooden seat that used to be part of my swing as a child, the same one my kids used. Without thinking, I just walked over and took it, left, didn't look back. If there was anyone about, they might have thought I was stealing, but I wasn't, it was mine. I couldn't look back, there was no other memories I wanted. I think the fire took everything else.