Peggy's Dream of Essex

Where shall I start? A waking dream is not very easy to transfer to a real life memory. How much of that dream is true recollection and how much a return to a past that seems in the mind to be a time of safety and happiness, the life of a child living a comfortable and fortunate life?
The sun always shines in my childhood dream,except, of course, when the snow falls and the world becomes a wonderful, fairy like place,unbelievably lovely. Icy sliding in the school playground and grazed knees are then the normal state of affairs. It is only later in life that the rain ever teems down.
Spring comes and the woods are massed with windflowers closely followed by bluebells;brilliant celandines gleam against a tangle of leaves and grass. Leaves are golden green and softly pleated. Trees are there to be climbed.
Summer brings blackberries, Autumn succulent chestnuts and delicious hazels.
That is the dream. It is also a true recollection that has developed into my Essex dream.
Or is my dream of Essex akin to the "American Dream" which I believe ia an idea of America that never truly existed. Yet my dream Essex existed but was only a small part of my time. Country lanes existed, working horses existed, fields and woods existed. All these things have blended to become "My Dream of Essex" and through the golden haze of time I see them still.