Puddle

In the street we lived in when I was little, the rain would form a massive puddle in the road next to the kerb. I loved to put my red wellies on and splash about it in it. It was such fun. But sometimes, this lorry would park over half of it – always the more-fun deeper half, too.

That me would have loved this puddle :)

(This me might have had a quick splash if there hadn’t been people around and if I hadn’t been clutching a bag of Greggs’ mince pies.)