fandom_muses | Write about a favorite childhood memory
Does it need to be my childhood? If it does, I'm out of luck. I never had a childhood. I was never raised from an infant, I never was held in the arms of my mother and father, never loved unconditionally, never taught right or wrong, or some variance in between. I don't have any memories of a childhood because I was never a child...maybe that is why I am so fascinated by the little things.
There were times on Caprica that I would sit in the parks in the town center and just watch the little children with their parents or respective care takers. There is something incredibly melodic in a child's laughter. I remember one particular day, I sat on a bench beneath a massive oak tree, one of my favorite spots. I flipped pages of Gaius' writings, making notes on the algorithms that I had been helping him with. My eyes wandered to two children playing with their father, a boy and a girl who couldn't have been more than two years apart. The boy, maybe about four with sandy blonde hair squealed with joy as his father hoisted him up over his shoulders and spun him around. A little giggle escaped from the raven haired girl as she kicked the bright pink ball they'd been playing with across the grass, the ball rolling directly to me and bumping to a stop against the heels of my shoes. Her thumb popped into her mouth as she toddled over, a toothless grin breaking across her face as she approached. I leaned over to pick up the ball, holding it out to her. There is something so unassuming, so trusting about a child's gaze, about their smile. I don't remember what I said to her. I'm sure it was something in a voice one would expect to speak to a child in. I do remember the way she thanked me for giving her toy back to her, her speech that of a little one still just learning to speak.
As I watched her run back to her father, I had a fleeting consideration if I ever would have a child. I still often wonder that. It is doubtful, to be sure, but there is still something so amazing in the miracle that is a child. Sometimes I wish that I'd had a childhood, or at least wonder what it would have been like...but more than that, I wonder what it would be like to watch a child of my own experience their childhood and grow up.
x Caprica-Six
x Battlestar Galactica
x 440 words
There were times on Caprica that I would sit in the parks in the town center and just watch the little children with their parents or respective care takers. There is something incredibly melodic in a child's laughter. I remember one particular day, I sat on a bench beneath a massive oak tree, one of my favorite spots. I flipped pages of Gaius' writings, making notes on the algorithms that I had been helping him with. My eyes wandered to two children playing with their father, a boy and a girl who couldn't have been more than two years apart. The boy, maybe about four with sandy blonde hair squealed with joy as his father hoisted him up over his shoulders and spun him around. A little giggle escaped from the raven haired girl as she kicked the bright pink ball they'd been playing with across the grass, the ball rolling directly to me and bumping to a stop against the heels of my shoes. Her thumb popped into her mouth as she toddled over, a toothless grin breaking across her face as she approached. I leaned over to pick up the ball, holding it out to her. There is something so unassuming, so trusting about a child's gaze, about their smile. I don't remember what I said to her. I'm sure it was something in a voice one would expect to speak to a child in. I do remember the way she thanked me for giving her toy back to her, her speech that of a little one still just learning to speak.
As I watched her run back to her father, I had a fleeting consideration if I ever would have a child. I still often wonder that. It is doubtful, to be sure, but there is still something so amazing in the miracle that is a child. Sometimes I wish that I'd had a childhood, or at least wonder what it would have been like...but more than that, I wonder what it would be like to watch a child of my own experience their childhood and grow up.
x Caprica-Six
x Battlestar Galactica
x 440 words