The first little taster of the book to be published on Amazon for Kindle.
The trees stretched on to an unseen horizon; to look too far ahead made your vision wobble broken as it was by so many tall, thin pillars of wood. There were fields and fields of them split into age groups; saplings separated by a thin path way from their mature future selves. This was our playground, our place of freedom, privacy, exploration and worship. It took on any purpose we could need; 40:40, catch, hide and seek, moon landings, den building that invented settlements for goodies and badies, cowboys, witches, fairies, mummies and daddies, doctors and patients and show jumping extravaganzas. There were about seven of us who met in summer evenings and weekends in any season to create our own world for a few hours. We were on strict orders of time keeping and bedtimes but I do not remember there being any fear over our playing outside, away from home. I would think twice about allowing a child out into the empty world now but maybe I am changed by what happened. We all were.
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