Childhood Dreams
Looking back through the years, back to my childhood, I come across this image. Still so fresh in my mind. In this image is the Field of Grass from my childhood. It was not much. Just a small plot of land that was just big enough for us kids. Where impromtu games of Kick Ball were held. Where when the grass was too tall we would wander into the grass with a blanket to lay down upon the grass to gaze upon the clouds and dream of what we would become when we grew up. Where I dreamed of being the first female president, a vet, an astronaut living on the space center looking back at Earth and knowing I had accomplished my dreams! Where in the evenings we would run around and catch fire flys, dance to the music playing from the radio while our parents barbecued on summer nights. Where while sitting in the grass with our best friends we would pluck a blade of grass, place it between our thumbs and whistle. I can still smell the heady aroma of the frsh mowed grass! Can still feel the cool wetness of the dew upon the grass in the mornings as I ran to catch the bus for school. Then one day life reared its ugly head and took away my childhood. The bull dozers arrived and with one fell swoop my childhood dreams and part of my innocence was taken away. No longer would we have this wonderfull field of grass to lay in and dream or to have our impromtu games of Kick Ball. All too soon the grass was gone and the stark, hard asphalt took it's place. Looking back upon this image I shed a tear for my lost childhood dreams. What ever happened to your field of grass? Do you remember it fondly?
Angel
Angel