THERE IS A GARDEN IN EVERY CHILDHOOD...

... an enchanted place where colours are brighter, the air softer and the morning more fragrant than ever again.


I miss playing on the common with James, Ben and Matthew in our mud patch... which was exactly that. I miss the chance to see my cousins and family on a more regular basis. I miss eating my packed lunches in the wildlife garden with Poppy, Natalie, Katie and Rosemary. I miss that special Christmas feeling. I miss waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve. I miss playing random games such as skittles in my Nana and Grandad’s garden with Seb... and it didn't matter that we had no clothes on. I miss conker bashes. I miss the regular CBBC slot after getting home from school. I miss exciting trips to my Grandma and Grandpa's in Cornwall. I miss watching my Grandpa in the garden. I miss my Grandpa continuing to watch television through any dance show I ever performed for everyone in the living room, being completely oblivious to the fact I was parading around him with my legs in the air trying to get his approval. I miss my Grandpa being around. I miss playing with all my awesome toys like scalectrix, LEGO, farmyards and Sylvanian families. I miss my brother being selfish and not letting me play with any of the awesome toys. I miss always being the last child at the wall with my velcro reading folder waiting for my Mum to come pick me up hours later than everybody else. I miss bedtime stories. I miss having a cuddle with my Dad and feeling like I was the safest little girl in the world. I miss being carried around on people's shoulders. I miss family days because everybody still lived close enough. I miss family Christmas'. I miss Christmas films on Christmas Eve. I miss believing. I miss my family. I miss not living with my brothers and sisters. I miss listening to Leonie tell me her daughter will be called 'Sunflower' whilst bathing her. I miss cuddles and chats with my sisters before bed. I miss summers with everyone, the pool and Dad's bbq. I miss school. I miss the friends I've lost touch with. I miss going for drives with Dad and Tom in the porsche. I miss listening to Red hot chilli peppers, The Beautiful South and David Bowie with Dad whilst driving along on a summer's day. I miss the first time I heard 'Bittersweet symphony' by The Verve in my Uncle Paul's car and thinking how happy it made me. I miss Nana telling me at every Sunday dinner that if I ate my brussel sprouts my hair would go very curly. I miss all the amazing memories at my Nana and Grandad's old house. I miss the time when my Grandad dressed up as Santa and came on the balcony. I miss eating pie and chips in my 'sponsered by Dagenham motors' kit before going to see West ham with my Dad.
I miss not having a worry in the world. I miss thinking everything in life is good.
I miss so much that it's impossible to list...