When we were girls We wore stick-on earrings and yin-yang chains; butterfly clips and colourful scrunchies. We would cycle around the village lanes finding our way home for afternoon teas. When we were girls we added each other to our bright fun fax you were the first person I sent a postcard too. We hung out; found places to relax We had the same favourite colour: blue. When we were girls We would meet, Saturday morning, at the shop and buy strawberry slushies and candy bars later we’d walk through your garden of hop; then your dad would drive us around in his car. When we were girls we would play on the banks of the River Bourne making mighty forts out of sticks and mud a waging war: dolly was forlorn but the trolls protected her – like they should. When we were girls we’d watch our brothers act like jokers as we swung our knees high into the sky they’d ambush us with their super soakers so we’d have to wait in the sun to dry. When we were girls we printed our photo’s at the shopping centre, the only instagram was a polaroid; we would use our diaries to record our adventures and have to wait, to tell each other stories we enjoyed. When we were girls When we were girls – life was outside the window it was made of exploration and discovery. When we were girls – we valued the tenacity of moments; of pictures; and of stories. When we were girls… … wasn’t that long ago.