My Fondest Memory
As kids, my friends and I wandered through the forest.
We weren't searching for wild-berries or squirrels to chase;
a spirit of adventure was guiding us in between places
the sun rays didn't reach properly, like two hundred meters below,
from the ocean's surface.
As the sun set in the horizon, we had already reached
our homes; clothes filled with leaves and dirt,
and our eyes radiating with curiosity;
it's as though the sun had carried with it mysteries
that blossomed to wonders.
We had found our true selves in places adults would
cry out for help, imagining the dread that follows
darkness of the night in a thick forest.
Thrill of hearing eerie sounds and breaking twigs
made us thrilled to be alive.
Date of Entry: 08/12/2016
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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