He returned to footpaths and fields he remembered from his childhood. Once upon a time, they’d played here, where adults never roamed. In those days, they’d paid no heed to the signs, or the warnings, or the fenced-off areas. As children, they’d believed themselves the owners of all of this. And perhaps they hadn’t been wrong.
© Barry Lee Thompson and ‘Stories, by Barry Lee Thompson’, 2014
Barry Lee Thompson 
I really like this, very evocative.
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Thanks for reading.
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I love this too Barry. It reminds me of when we were children in England and our parents found us on a walk in the countryside on the roof of an electricity station – with no railings around. We couldn’t understand their concern as we had simply climbed up to look out over all the land that was ‘ours’.
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My nephew tells me he once climbed an electricity pylon, despite those warning ads in the 70s where a boy gets his feet blown off. I wonder if I should give it a go…
Thanks for commenting on the post, Helen.
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I like this too, Barry. Why wouldn’t it be ours?
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