ot;Danny, if you look just around the corner here you might spot a small opening down the bottom."
             "Ah, wicked! Is that where your den is?" and without waiting for a reply, Danny went running off, only to disappear as expected. The old man took his time walking over, looking at the surroundings, and remembering what it was like when he was young. Still the same little snug area hidden away from the smoky city. Here the air wasn't thick and fumy, just fresh and clean, with the spring morning crispness of the countryside. "Come on Granddad, it's well cool in 'ere!" shouted an exited voice from within the bushes. The grandfather put his fist to his mouth and closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories that were trying to fight there way into his head. "Just fight it Bob, come on!" he muttered to himself, "Just...just go in". Slowly he began crawling down on his knees and through the brush, pulling off the brambles as they clung to his jacket. "Wicked Granddad! Can I use this den as well?" asked Danny with wide eyes and the sound of excitement in his voice. Bob put on a smiling face to hide the emotions that were flooding through him. "Um...course...yeah" The old man lifted himself slowly to his feet, brushed himself off, and leant back to admire a forgotten memorial of his childhood. Having tried to block it out for so long, he was trying to remember his childhood again. His mouth dropped slightly and with contrasting emotions going through him a tear fell from his eye and off his cheek. Looking around he could see everything as he had then, as if it had been untouched or all these years; The trees shot upwards around a small 10 foot by 12 foot area, leaning inwards more as they went up to cover the bare patch completely. The leaves from all sides met in the middle and let in little, but strong beams of warm, radiant springtime sunshine ...