Two large chunks of brick walls. They once enclosed something, perhaps a patio. No grass, just weeds. This was the new place we had moved to recently. I had just turned nine.
The last place was spacious, with a tree fort, swing set, sandbox and a large lawn as well.
Many homes I’ve had have a maple tree just outside my bedroom window. My current home has one as well.
Here there was no place to be outside and still at home. As an adult I can understand the need to be out in green spaces. But then, I just felt the absence of something. My cat had gone missing, as well.
This is one of the memories that has surfaced as a sensation in my body and then formed as a memory before it was released.