Nostalgia

I just feel so nostalgic sometimes.
It's about a place that I have been growing up at from the age of 5 to 10.
5 years...
That area, from my old home on Trenton Tce to nearby Lindblom Park, had always been so vivid in my memory.
The greenery. The dazzling brightness of flowers after the rain in springtime. The sounds of birds chirping and raindrops hitting the roof rhythmically.
My own garden and my neighbour's gardens.
The landlord's colourful indoor garden.
The landlord's cat called Billy.
The old wooden playgrounds, one on either side of Dry Creek, flowing through my memories.
The sky filled with stars in summer night.
The golden colour of sunset showing subtly through the gaps between branches, thick with gum leaves.
The rocks settling in Dry Creek, which I always climbed on whenever I wanted to cross the river.
The tracks winding through peaceful forests.
The small, colourful lights shining silently on the Christmas tree by the house on the nearby street, when I went with my family for walks on quiet summer dusks close to Christmas time.
Going into the hills to watch the lights at Lobethal around the same time in the year.
Driving down to Tea Tree Plaza.
People walking their dogs, kids playing on the old wooden playgrounds in Lindblom Park.
Even the old sign in front of the park, which is now gone forever, enclosed only in my distant childhood memories, replaced by an all new sign giving credits to the Salisbury City Council.
Those can never go away. They're not allowed to.
Not in my heartwarming childhood memories.