The Garden

When I was young, up to the age of about 5 years old, my family lived in the country. We lived about halfway along a small street, and directly across the road from us, an elderly couple lived, and at the back of their house was a huge garden, filled with lots of trees and flowers, and a fishpond. All my grandparents lived in the country about four hours away, so the elderly couple across the …

…picked up sticks and tried to catch the fish, and then I tried to touch them with my finger. After spending a day in the garden, I was filthy, my clothes and skin were covered with dirt, and my mum always made me have a bath as soon as I got home. But I loved that garden, and I always looked forward to spending the following day getting dirty again, and chasing geckos and fish.