I approach the familiar tunnel, I haven’t seen it in 15 years. Since we used to use the tunnel to travel from one side of our village to the other. I remember running with Tilda and Maureen like we were being chased by guards with their swords drawn. It was always were we got away from the “bad guys” for good, running off with stolen treasure or whatever our little minds thought of. The tunnel was closure, it was safety, it was celebratory. We filled the tunnel with our giggles, and hoo raws. I can still hear us now walking through the once bright, alluring tunnel to now dark, old, feels like there was never sunshine and laughter to be here. I wish we could go back.