This is my childhood haunt, close to where my little mam lives. I will never tire of going down Castle Eden Dene and taking photographs. Its such a magical place, filled with memories of a childhood that is now gone, a childhood that I wish I could have again. Seeing someone that you love grow old and struggle is so so sad, and I yearn for a few moments of childhood again, walking through the Dene, getting excited at seeing all that is there.
This is what life has become, walking through the past, yearning for old age never to come, yearning to be a child again and having both mam and dad here, to hold their hands and skip along the path again. The pain does not get easier, instead it gets worse, because you know you can never go back, never have those happy days again. Memories can be such happy things, but they can also bring on such sadness.