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’.