Trafalgar Square and Double Decker Busses

We sprinted through the terminal of London’s Heathrow Airport … We ran across the tarmac to our plane. I dropped my panda bear on the way, wrenched my hand away from my father’s to go and retrieve it … I succeeded. We were pressed into the backs of our seats as the plane left the tarmac … Looking out of the window; I viewed, for one last time, the country from which I was born … England.

That was over 40 years ago. I still have that panda bear. It seems that I am destined to have it until my death. I suppose it is the last link from a memory long ago. A lot of time has past and a lot of memories have faded but two memories that seem forever lodged in my mind are that of Trafalgar Square and Double Decker busses.

I remember the large fountain and the lion that seemed to watch over the entire square in guarded fashion. I remember watching as the water gushed out of the bronze figures and into the pool. I remember the massive buildings of years long ago that encircled the square. I remember the hordes of people. I didn’t live in that area as I lived in Sutton Surrey but I do remember us strolling through Trafalgar Square on occasion when my father had to go to London.

I remember the big red Double Decker busses that we hopped on to get to our destinations. I always wanted to ride on top but I suppose we don’t always get what we want. Every once in awhile my parents would give me that chance to make my way to the top to get a better view of the town as we rolled on by.

I am now in my forties and have yet to make my way back to the country from which I was born but I do hope that one day soon, I can walk off that plane at Heathrow, hop onto a Double Decker and make my way to Trafalgar Square … Maybe I will even bring my panda bear back with me!