THE GRASSY FIELD OF CHILDHOOD DREAMS

;I came upon a picture of a young lady lay in a meadow, deep in thought,  with the caption.. " I know the voices in my head aren't real but sometimes their ideas are just absolutely awesome"  

This reminded me of a grown up version of myself, as a child, laying in my favorite escape which was a small grassy field in Collyhurst, where greenery was in very short supply. Just bricks and cobbles dominated the landscape.

What a treasure trove it would be to remember my thoughts and aspirations of that time..

I can remember watching the white fluffy clouds floating through the sky above me, making out those character images I still get the joy out of creating, even today.

The few large oak trees, looming large to the side of me, standing solid and strong like giant characters from a Hansel & Gretel Fairytale. The sun reflected on the bark allowing many woody shades of color and definition.

The season would have been Spring/summer, as to lay in the grass any other time would have rendered  very damp clothing and mam would not have been best pleased with the extra hand washing of limited outfits.

What innocence and blueprint for my future was borne in that simple place of nature, tucked away behind the Roto Brickworks. Very few people saw that window of life on their doorstep. I know this haven was rightfully mine because I WAS THEN & STIILL AM NOW .... THAT DREAMER OF GOLDEN FLAX TALES TO SPIN ....... POLLYANNA