The Pond.

This is the pond in the village where i was born, hadnt been back for a long time, often passed through but never stopped, this time i did, and i couldnt believe how nothing had changed.
I used to play round here when i was 7 years old and its exactly the same ,apart from a new seat. On the right ,out of view, is one of the two pubs and this is where me and my cousin Bryan used to pinch the empty beer bottles then take them round the front and get 1 penny for each one, a good scam till Bryan went solo one day and got caught, that spoilt it so we went on the " straight then-------straight to the other pub, but they were ready for us, so that was that.
My whole family lived here and everybody knew everybodys else, When we got into trouble, which seemed to happen often, we would go to see Nanna who would " protect " us, Nobody got passed her.
All that was a long time ago, but its so clear in my mind its hard to take in now theres no Nanna, Mum, Dad, uncles or aunts left and even Bryan has gone, so really everythings changed. With only me left, i drove home slower. It makes you thnk. Or is that wrong?







( x2kx)