I remember starry nights, on the beach as we camped out in Indonesia. Lying and listening to the waves break, half begging for sleep and half hoping it would not come.
I remember watching the stars wondering if that light I saw move in the corner of my eye was a satellite or a shooting star.
I remember, watching the flames of the campfire, imagining stories of dragons and princesses, knights in shining armour.
I remember the ‘club’ two of my brothers, a girlfriend and I formed to investigate ‘crimes’ and ghost stories in a place where neither existed.
I remember reading far too many Famous Five stories, and giving out home made business cards to everyone we knew, asking that they contact us should they need any mysteries solved.
I remember sneaking around an old abandoned house making up stories of its secrets.