What I forgot to remember #1

Long ago you showed me the way to the house in which you were born. You started from the sea and honked your way into the oncoming traffic on a busy highway. It was the third exit you took as you ignored the city lights, and I laughed when we lingered in the roundabout around and around. Did you say to go over the bridge? Or was it better to go past the park where you and your neighbours played in the rain, forming the mud under the swings into shapes resembling the food on your plate? We drove for a long time, in any case; that’s all I remember.