When I was younger, every weekend and holiday my nan and her sister used to go away to their caravan. Sometimes, they'd take me and my brother. There was a nice, pleasant town just a fifteen minute walk from the camp site, many fields surrounding it, and a small wood. There was a small bar on site too, complete with a pool table, which was free if you asked nicely.
I spent so many weekends there, and made many friends I know I'll never see again. It was so easy to makes friends with the other kids there too, because we all loved exploring. We used to play out from about 9am to 7pm, only coming back for lunch, or a drink if the weather was too hot (or, if we didn't feel like a long trek back to the caravan, there were water taps scattered throughout the site - it was safe to drink at the ones with the blue taps and the sign). I miss those days.
I'd love to go back, and take another walk through the woods, climb up the same trees I climbed four years ago, see if my friends still go there, "borrow" the boat on the lake one more time, go through that swamp again... and so many other things that would take me back.
I can't think of anywhere else I'd like to revisit, unless you count my secondary school, which I think I'm welcome at almost any time. I'd never want to revisit my primary school now - too many bad memories and my favourite teacher no longer works there. =(
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