The weird thing about the new place is that it's actually only a stone's throw from where I grew up - I mean literally... I could throw a stone from my front gate and hit my dad as he's mowing the lawn - not that I would... dad, if you're reading this, this is not a threat (and feel free to come over and mow our lawn when you're finished)
Anyway - it's weird, the thought of living so near my old home - I'd never been inside the house until earlier this week, but have most definitely sat on the front step of the porch - I have a memory of a transient friend who lived there - a little blonde girl who I played with mainly because she had a toy cashiers till that really seemed to work, with toy products to sell and everything... I have memories layered all round the estate - across the road was where I feel off the back of a toy tractor - and in my imagination somersaulted backwards down a steep hill whereas it's actually only a slight incline.
I have also been in the back garden, as to the left of it is the big wall that we used to use for tennis once a year after wimbledon - and whenever the ball went a little high - theirs was the back garden to be braved... I think the people who lived there at the time were ok about it - and I know insane dog will be more than ok about it if it still goes on, probly not, since today's kids are probly busy on their wiis etc
Anyways - am working now on the tin cans and string phones, it'll save a fortune in phone bills