Once in a while, I visit the place where I grew up.
I spent my early years in an inner suburb of Sydney: a place, mostly, of tar and cement. Though in fairness, there were a number of parks and reserves where I use to play. The footpaths, however, were all of the soulless variety, without a blade of grass, and those gardens that were in existence were quite small.
Luckily, one of these reserves was just a stone’s throw away from our house.
Here’s a photo of me, taken a few years ago, sitting on a bench in this little area.