i used to go here when i was younger. we walked in through the spinning glass doors, always walked past the weird paintings and art. we'd sit and wait as we were called for whatever it was we were their this time-my NF, my sisters myasthenia, my brothers seizures. it was always so pretty to walk through, and it was always a joy to see that ball machine, and to hear it make the funny little noises as the metal balls moved throughout the machine. even though i hated being there before, i miss those memories. i hated it there, and yet i have this want to go back there just to see it again and have the old memories. thanks, mates, for taking care of me and my siblings when we needed it. i wish i could repay you. you probably saved our lives so many times, and i was to young to even understand why my sister was in the doctors. i can never give back enough as a thank you. -a young man you probably saved.