Literature Entry Week 12
Finishing up with a glimpse memory of my childhood
When you’re young and the extent of your exposure to the reality of the world is limited to a TV screen, it’s not hard to misinterpret. Foolwed by American Sitcoms, I thought that running away was the answer to a parental dispute. God only knows what the fight had been about, undoubtedly something i’d now think ridiculous, but at the time seemed catastrphoic. I was four years old when I ran away from home. This was a big thing for me. I was leaving home, to live on the street, so I thought, a measly four year old with more of an idea about the world of politics than I had of how to survive alone. But I packed up my things. I remember wondering why all the kids that did this on TV had big bags (suitcases) to put all their stuff in . I didn’t have anything, so I packed up all of my most beloved belongings into plastic shopping bags. And some clothes, pretty ones, because I wasn’t thinking warmth or longevity. I grabbed my bags, and walked
out my front door...
Down my path...
And right out the front gate...
Along the fence...
Right on to the footpath...
and I stopped. Crying. I had nowhere to go and nowhere to run away to. Where was my mum, didn’t she care!?! Why wasn’t she looking for me? Well the answer is quite obvious to me now, she was keeping an eye on me from the kitchen window where she stood. But as a child I wanted her to come and drag me home. Because I didn’t want to run away. I wanted to stay at home. I was just stubborn. And really, what has changed?
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hey nancy,
i totally agree with you about bell shakespeare's workshop, and the fact that it helped us to establish movement. working in a group together i kno it's something our group really paid attention to.
as for your creative piece, how interesting! what a fabulous idea, i really admire your creativity :)