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seeing Prescot

Alun and I were watching a crime documentary where Prescot, Merseyside came up on telly. OMG it was so exciting!!!

"That's where I used to live!" I was shouting and bouncing on the couch and Alun was laughing and telling me to calm down. It was wonderful to see the Town Center and familiar shops and cafes again. I think back on it now and I'm so blessed to have been able to walk to the Church, walk to Tescos (for endless supply of peanut cookies...OMG I miss them), walk to the gym (makes me miss Marc so much), just be a quick walk away from the train station or the 10A bus (see that? I remember!) and walk to the town Center whenever I wanted. Just so blessed.

I had so many memories of Prescot. It used to be my home, after all.

My favourite memories were of going to "Youthy" on Friday nights, going to Church twice a day on Sundays, Bible study in the week and of course, 'Kids club' (oh I miss them) on a...what evening was it on? Wednesday? Let's go with Wednesday evening.

I think back on that time of my life and it feels honestly like it was a lifetime ago. It was a long time ago and I'm old enough now to look back on things with great nostalgia "back in the day".

I can't believe I'm 42!!! Where did time go?

I would like to go back to Prescot for a visit. I would love to see Becci, Marc, Brenna, Adam, Tom, Joey T...so many of my beloved youthies again. I would love to hug everyone in Church. It would be so weird seeing the Hill family again but I'd love to hug and hold them, too. Sam would tower over me now when the last time I saw him, he was 5 years old and used to sit in my lap every lunch time.

Hmm.

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