There is a place within each and every one of us, a place where our memories of child-like innocence run wild, a place of curiosity that has not been compartmentalized or compressed. As we get older, our lives are divided, sifted through and scattered about. A lot of us fall into a lap of complacency and forget our youthful dreams. But no matter how estranged from our original memories we are, there are small things that bring us back to the days when we smiled over how easy things could be.

This is my Garden. It stands as a testament to each and every one of our youthful memories and sustaining the last inkling of childhood passion. Let these stories bring you back to your childhood.