November 12th, 2009
Hitchin (Windmill) Hill
This is the home of my youth. Yes, I’m in a reflective mood. This is where we’d drink cider in the freezing cold. This is where I got so drunk that Kyle put his tounge down my throat. This is where my growing up happened. On a hill. We were pathetic and I love it and every minute of it.
Being 15 again would be amazing but cold!
