castle hunting
My first castle was Neuschwanstein .
(Look it up sometime. It's gorgeous, and a great symbol of what royalty used to mean. Plus it is definitely a stop on my future musical history tour of Europe.)
I don't remember it. Much likeReturn of the Jedi, I was still a baby and have nothing but other people to tell me I was there
I returned to Germany eight years later. I remember moving there. I remember leaving there. The time I split my chin open, the tick, my first and last boyfriend, the Berlin Wall, Volksmarch, pomme fritz...
I wish I remembered castle hunting.
My mum and dad would pack us in the Bonneville on weekends, and we'd go castle hunting. I don't know if it was random, or if they had a plan, or if we actually made it to many. I know we did it. even when I think about it, I hear the arguments over who had to take the middle seat-it was always me- and that deep ache of love that only comes from family.
I do remember one castle, but it was a field trip. My mum came and regretted it because she still smoked then, and the only way to get there was climbing the worst hill of all time. (My legs still ache thinking of it.)
It was my last castle, I believe. We moved to the States that summer. (I don't count going to Disney as a castle, because I never came close enough, and I never got to go in.)
I wish I remembered the name of the castle, or what it looked like.
I can recall the hill, and the cool interior and the secret underground tunnels we weren't allowed to travel. I think I have a picture of my teacher from that day. I don't have the pound puppy we took along for whatever reason we thought important.
I wish I could castle hunt again. I've been planning it since I took Music History almost nine years ago.
Maybe in another castle, I'd be able to remember, even just a little more