When I arrived the entrance was gated , with barbed wire and a large PRIVATE sign. So no slipping back in time, no playing in the murky brown water with the palette of paints, all shades of brown and green and grey as they changed colour and become iridescent with the twig paintbrushes.
But, in a way I am secretly pleased.
My childhood is mine, no-one else can go there and distort the story. It is always in my mind, I can create my own palette and the reality of today has no bearing on the remembered past.
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