Fly, fly, high in the sky.

I went to this place called Koinonia with two mates last holidays. 

I grew up there when I was in Pre-School. 

Practically lived in the trees back then. 

I have some great memories of that place, running around buck-naked (I was like 5, O.K...pedo-bear might get excited by this though), being taught zulu by one of the care-givers, playing with my imaginary friends, and generally being a barefooted-monster-child-thing. 

I will always remember how much fun I had swinging on the swings, and my dad used to sing this nursery rhyme that went something like “Fly, fly, high in the sky”, it was so magical for me when he would swing me up and I would sing along, it really was like I was flying in the sky. 

Gosh, I miss being a scallywag. 

Ladybug ♥