#MemoryLane

Today we took a trip down memory lane. Debbie picked Granny and me up and drove us to a artsy cafe near our old house in Weltevreden Park. It felt like we were in the middle of a rainforest which unfortunately attracted rainforest creatures who proceeded to poop on each of us although I couldn't find the evidence myself.

Debbie drove us all around the neighbourhood that we used to live in showing us the house that Loren was born in and our old church. When we stopped outside the church I noticed a familiar wall that runs across the front garden of it. "This is where I used to take dance lessons" I told Debbie. As if on cue a gaggle of girls came bounding out the doors in full leotards and ballet shoes.
We popped our heads through the doors to see if we could meet the teacher. She looked old enough to have been the same one I had as a child and when she mentioned her name was Sue, I was almost certain it was her.
She kindly took a photo with me despite being unsure of who I was. I tried not to be offended that she didn't immediately

question why I hadn't become a professional dancer!.. I didn't tell her that I stopped dance to become a gymnast. I would have been an Olympian but my knees are too wobbly so you know, had to give it up!

Our final stop was to look at the house we lived in before moving to England. My own warped memories of it had been a far truth from what the house looked like now. The two random pillars that stood independent of any structure now had a fence joining them together as if they needed some greater purpose than just to sit there! The rest of the street seemed smaller to me. Not too long later, a nose poked out through the gap in the burglar bars. Two, narrowed eyes glared at us.
We thought we would ask if we could have a little nose around the house but the hostile voice on the end of the intercom did not say "Welcome Home! Do come in!" in fact it said something more along

the lines of "No! You're complete strangers, why would I let you in my house?" It's a fair point!