Laura and I are flying out in the morning and this is the only chance to see the old neighbourhood.
The path is overgrown now.
No more kids to press it down under sneakered feet in the summer.
A few bent nails up in an old tree where the fort was.
“Can you imagine?” I say.
“Getting away today with what we did as kids here?”
“I shudder to think how stupid and reckless we were.”
“But we survived it all.”
“This and a lot more.”