Shadows of my younger self

Ever since I was a young child I can remember my old flat in Wauping. I can remember the warm smell of bread and the apple tree I passed on the way home from mass.

My favourite memories are of picking flowers from my neighbours window box. I remember being blinded by the cascading light through the blinds hitting me sharply in the morning- I remember the warm evenings and clod mornings the shadows of the trees that haunted me at night.

I loved my old home, I miss it the loud door bell or noisy traffic late at night. I miss my life of what could have been. Who I could have been. I miss all the memories that still live in in the hard cream walls that whisper to people of the past late at night once the road it silent. The shadows of my younger self still run through the living room, laughing, smiling through the window- getting lost on the stairs. When you leave a place you physically leave but your spirt stays there a small imprint of your past stuck in the walls.

When I am older I will go back there and walk through what once was. Recalling all the happy memories and faces.