I Grew Up in a Castle
A tale about my childhood home.
I grew up in a castle.
It was gated around the front — posts and beams so tall I had to stand up on my tiptoes to peer over the edges and see the outside world. The right side was guarded by a stone wall. We would always climb on top of the carefully laid rocks, holding our arms out like birds and balancing our way across the cliff. “Get down from…