If I could show you three places back in time, I think I’d take you to my Mum’s house. Our family home, the place she still lives, one constant in my life.
I’d lead you into my bedroom and sit you inside my tiny wardrobe. A place where I used to dream of making it into a double story cubby, a place where I used to hide away from the world. I’d make you sit with your back to the wall and look toward the door but upwards just a little. I’d show you the spot where as a tween and teen I’d write the name of the boy I was in love with in grey led.
I’d lead you to the backdoor and sit on the wooden step, the decking which hides the original cement step. This was the step I sat on with the boy I was seeing. We sat there late after a night of being out, sipping on beer (yes I used to drink beer) and talking about how much we loved camping and being in the bush. My dog would sit beside him and lick beer off the concrete while he pet her and talked. I remember this night, because it’s when I knew that this was the boy I wanted to marry one day. And I did.
I’d take you to the front garden, which holds the same shape but lots of the old plants have been pulled out and replaced with ones that require less maintenance. I’d tell you how when I was little, I used to bring my troll dolls out here and pose them in the garden to take photos of them and practise my photography. Who knew my love of photography would grow so big?
If you could take me three places, where would you take me?