is... to some... "roundabout city", the butt of jokes, culture-less, shopping destination in 'Festival Place', least desirable
to me it is
a whole load of memories. it's walking to school, saturday trips to the library with dad, little sisters having tantrums on the shiny floors of the shopping centre, it's Eastrop park in the summer, the 'lime pits' with our friends, Memorial park with the dog, Hackwood park on wintery sunday afternoons. It's penny sweets and roller boots, mountain bikes and rainbows-brownies-guides-scouts. It's telephone numbers i still remember, knowing people's whole families, South church, community. it's swimming pools, piano and a violin. It's aged 4 to 12. two houses and two schools, two hamsters and one dog. it's the "before the Pikes went to Zambia and picked up funny accents" - the end of how we were. and the beginning of friendships that i hope will last a lifetime.
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