First time round

I came into this life in Amersfoort, a small medieval town in The Netherlands. It was just the right size for me. As a young kid I would get on my bike during summer evenings after traffic had died down, ride the 1 Km to the medieval quarter and cycle round and round 'inhaling' history. I felt at home, it seemed so familiar, a magical stage to let my imagination run free. In 1985, the last year before I emigrated to New Zealand, I lived in the medieval quarter in an attic of a wonderful 16th century house on the corner of Valkestraat and Muurhuizen with a crazy bunch of flatmates. The strangest of rooms, 2.4mx7m, only 2.1m high, with a view of another medieval brick wall accross the narrow street, I loved it.