Nostalgia.
I have fond memories of playing croquet in our neighbors yard when I was growing up in Ashfield. It was a different world there. Our neighbors lived in a log cabin without electricity. I would walk a path through the forest every day to play with my friend Jonas. The world seemed so vast and unimaginable back then. The unexplored regions between our two houses mysterious and a little frightening. Everything was a new experience back then. Every day a new adventure. We had to grow up eventually though. It didn't seem all that bad at the time. Making the transition into adulthood brought a new sense of freedom. You're direction in life is completely up to you - but maybe it's not really freedom after all. Maturity brought new responsibility and countless rules forced upon us by society. Adventure was replaced by interminable rigidity; all of our energy spent in an effort to stay between the lines. Maybe the cost of modern day living isn't worth the price. Maybe our neighbors had the right idea. The thought occurs to me that if I could go back to the place and time, I would.