The past hides around every corner with a vision of what once used to be as she walks back down that road that used to be so familiar to her. Although, now it all seems so much smaller, distances have collapsed, what used to stretch far into the distance is now only a short stroll and what once seemed so high, barely comes up to her shoulder.
These were the roads she walked down every school day from home to the village school, there and back, twice each day. Once they were familiar to her as her own hands, now they are more like the face of someone not seen for years, still the same but time had changed them.
The shape of the roads were still the same, but some of the houses were different, like the lines and wrinkles of age on that once familiar face. Some of the houses had changed, new windows, doors paint schemes, extensions, renovations and improvement. Some of the gardens she passed had altered too, new trees, older bigger trees and so on. Whatever had changed, though, it was still the same place and she now was no longer Jennifer, she was Jenny again and she almost had to stop herself from skipping down the lane and ripping the heads off the dandelions as she passed by them.
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