I walked past the house, down the road to the shops, to my old school, retraced the path I used to come back from school to my house.
It was a trip.
I think memory is laid down very intensely when you are young, so the memories were almost stronger than the sensory experience of being in the here-and-now. It was almost like - am I an adult woman, remembering being a child, or am I the child I was, walking in the body of adult woman? Seriously, I felt almost as if I was floating above my body.