Heading back to my old stomping ground tonight.

It’s been a while since I’ve had any reason to return, so it’s gonna be weird seeing how much things have changed (and how much things have stayed the same).

Behind my house there were these garages, they ran parallel to the street and then went all the way round behind the shops on the high street. We could climb upon to them from our garden and so made ‘the roofs’ our own personal territory. It was were we could escape, do our own thing out of the eyes of any kind of authority. Where there was just enough freedom, mixed with a little danger and ever present sense that we weren’t supposed to be there.

Pretty much the perfect adolescent playground.

The friend I’m going back to see has just bought a place that overlooks these very roofs. Who knows maybe we will sneak out onto the pitch and gravel, have a cigarette and a tinny (and pretend we not allowed).

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