Memories or Dreams

I dreamed of a house that had a river running behind it.
I loved the look of the river. 

I wanted to play in it.

They didn't let me.
I was so small.
And so precious.

And I loved them even if they would not let me 

splash around in the tea-coloured water.
It was so easy to love people then.

My world was safe.

And the only person 

I was afraid of

was imaginary.