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Ten years is a long time in most life times. For some, ten years is the difference between adolescence and adulthood, it's wisdom and freedom, experience and regret. As time progresses we fall in defeat and bath in pride . If we are lucky, we use those vital moments as learning blocks. It is those blocks we use to measure ourselves; to decide the person we want to be. Once we have that inspiration locked in our minds we strive to spin it into transformation otherwise what's the point? Ten years could be a turning point in most lifetimes. It could be the difference between a gangly awkward girl and and a strong confident women, true life and death without measure.

Pearl rich clouds graced across the otherwise blue sky hinting at the possibility of rain. The wind blew silently along the old gravel road, the only proof that it was there laid in the shuffle of the trees trying to rest peacefully. The grass sashayed along the path never minding the quickening of pace. Small creatures with Beaty eyes darted across the multicoloured stones as if they were fire under their feet. Where this road led and where it had been were questions not asked by many and could be answered by few. Sarah was one of the later. This road had once been a friend, it had shared secrets, told tales and lied of secrets buried beneath. There was trust and warmth in the comfort it had provided in Sarah's youth. The road had never wavered. curves had been wound with the span of life and bends had been wrought by winds that had raged but the road always being constant had led Sarah home more times then she could count. Today was no exception.

Standing in the midst of her friend Sarah closed her eyes and breathed in her souroundings, as the reality sunk in. She could smell the dew that lingered in the morning air complimented by the freshness of newly cut grass. She could feel the wind lace through her hair and the sun's warm kiss on her skin. Birds sung in the distance with the hum of the creek as their tune. As she opened her eyes to see it all, Sarah's heart clenched in her chest. There was no denying what she had felt and could now see. She was home.

Ten years. That's how long it had been since Sarah was this deep to heart. She had travelled the world and seen places few could even dream of. She had felt the clouds between her fingers in Meteora, Greece, she had seen trees touch the sky's in Japan, and dipped her toes in the Atlantic Ocean on the beaches of Portugal. Not one of those places could compare to this.

It had been hard to come home, hard to say she had failed at the life she had so desperately wanted all those years ago. Then again, ten years ago home hadn't felt this good. Things were differnt then, Sarah had been different then. As a teenager eager to make her mark and explore the world beyond her reach, home had seemed like a cage she couldn't break out of. Now at 28 there was something that had pulled her back to the innocents of her childhood. Something had called her back home.