This is the place where we used to play when we were young. Pretending to be rich in a tower that was once a ruin and we found each other in the Summer evening Sun.
Photograph: Henk Eilander, used with permission
We danced our first dance that evening on the rooftop of that ruin and both got lost in our first real kiss. We enjoyed a glass of lemonade and made believe it was wine and then we danced again another evening after tea in the setting Sun, hidden for the world.
Our laughter filled the air and the light of a thousand candles from imaginary chandeliers made sparkles in our eyes. A life without worries ahead we were the Prince and Princess in our own Castle.
This is the place where we once were children and where we used to play.