Memoirs of Being a Child At Home
Submitted for contest: A Child's Home
adventure, candy, childhood, city, fear, first love, freedom,
Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home
Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home
I was brought home to a red brick apartment
I remember traffic sounds with a lot of honking
And my first smell of morning coffee brewing
Surprising me that others lived in my house too
Going to a city pre-kindergarten was an adventure
Learning to sing three blind mice and all the fun painting
I would love to go back to that all over again.
We walked on sidewalks round the block
And huge city parades brought great masses of watchers
There was a mid-city park where the yearly carnival set down
And the smell of French fries candy floss and dust is a memory
My best recollection is when I lived in the country
The first time walking in the woods where I picked wild flowers
And feeling free with no fear of fast cars running me over
Going to school on a green military buss until High School
Going swimming in the river we could walk to through back wood-paths
And swimming in a sucker-hole where mighty rapids swirled which was out-of-bounds
Trying not to fall in when climbing over huge boulders was a great thrill at age 10
I can see myself standing on the hill overlooking tiny floating islands
And behind there were mountains green with many tall pines; far as you could see
Those trees were a sharp contrast when set against the snow of wintertime
But no matter what the season change brought on; Autumn was its showcase
I remember tobogganing behind our house where below was a deep meadow
And the day when I took my first date tobogganing; my first year in senior high
Unknowing that since last on the hill; there were basements dug and waited hidden
That I remember because I sprained my ankle falling in and landing on my date
I remember blueberry picking and fitting through a wire fence to pick bigger berries
They were fat and juicy and in abundance due to the fact they were out of reach
Oh to be that small again and to feel free as a bird and a part of the countryside
I remember the fall I said goodbye sitting down under a great pine we swung to
It provided great shade for many summers sits after enjoying our river swims
Mixed feelings were about me; sad to leave as memories flooded along with my tears
And they fell into the flowing river below causing little plops to form many rings
But my feelings to leaving was more anxiety felt; to think of living on my own
And I alone was returning to the big city life 'a home away from home’.
Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015
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