The 1960s. The decade of upheaval and change. Growing up in Scotland. Paisley. The years that didn't seem to be important but now mean everything. The years that moved so slowly. Were over in an instant. Summers that seemed to stretch forever. Summers that bent the laws of time. The time of being small. Childhood. We took it for granted. Space. Innocence. Lack of knowledge. Everyone would always be here. We'd always be the same age in the same place. Change would stand still. No one would become old, no one would leave. The truth of childhood has no future, no past. It is us. Real. Solid. Light. Dark. Nostalgia Noir. Not rose-tinted, not imagined. A land of our own separate from the outside. A land long gone but always alive. A land that rests in memory. All the memories recorded here.