Growing.

The Cat Walk.
Many daily trips across the wobbly and uneven tiles. It was nothing much, just something I did. I used to enjoy it on a breezy summer morning but fear that I may break my neck on a rainy day.

When you become used to something, you forget about it completely... It's just part of the routine isn't it?
The Cat Walk was forgotten about for years until paintings were done to replace the many scribblings of peoples names and the occasional rude word.

Now that I am being faced with leaving the safety net of school, I am grabbing onto as many of 'The Little Things' that I can - just to remember.

It's certainly an odd feeling, growing up that is.

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