InTheNightGarden

As a young child, living with the opportunities of freedom, the world which surrounded her was simple. Her obstacles were minimal, would it rain tomorrow, would she finally grow tall enough to reach her brother's hiding spot in the tallest pine? The days were long in a time of the 90's, the sun shone heavily as she and the kids next door played within their Caveat St boundaries. Swimming among the river reeds, hiding within fallen pine needles and riding bikes throughout the quiet neighbourhood; as if channelling the adventures of Jem, Scout and Dill. As the sun set silently on each day of her youth, the darkness came alive with the music of Mr Young, Dylan and Fleetwood Mac as their lyrics escaped the spinning vinyl. The beautiful outdoor setting, her father had carved from timber, stood still as the dinner guests spoke about the happenings of the mysterious outside world whilst the children ran wildly throughout the extensive backyard. Senses were evoked by the excitement within the balmy evening, by the sounds of laughter from children and adults alike as the lights in nearby plum trees flickered with the presence of flying ants. A memory within her childhood that can only be awakened in retrospect.