Category: Enviorment

I remember how the light felt on my face, the smell of the grass, the rough ‘skin’ of the oak tree, bluebells everywhere and out of nowhere, a cuckoo called. I breathe out in amazement and my insides explode with something indescribable. Excitement? Maybe. Love? Definitely. I was six years old and these are the memories which stand out so vividly in my rememberings. I also remember how my mum’s hand felt in mine as she led me along the …