memories are made of this

on my way to the wool shop in town i walked through one of the jitties in town....i've passed through several times before and never noticed this .....a windor in the old Gregg's bakery....

all of a sudden i was 10 again....on my way to school i passed a window just like this....but it was open and my friend and i always climbed on the ledge holding on to the bars in the window and the baker gave us misshapen cakes....oh what joy...... a wide grin on my face made others smile too...