Something I wrote
Beyond Childhood Eyes
The presence of the light shone in my room, as I tried to shield my glowing cheeks, which themselves could fill the room with light. Life seemed nothing more than a confusion of images and objects, which I never understood; yet I saw life as a challenge, a voyage, an adventure. The more I grew, the needier I felt to discover life beyond my garden gate. I, a child of three, was confused and excited all at once by people, yet now they have truly influenced my young mind, which was at one stage completely out of control.
I saw life as I wanted to see it, drawing pictures of people happy, without a problem in their lives, and animals having tea parties, but for some reason, this was never how it turned out. My childhood discoveries kept growing and I was learning more, every time I found something innovative.
The blossom-filled air scented with the sweet aromas and muffled sounds of animals taking their shelter; I too was not going to let anyone change my ever-needing adventure, to enter my true compassionate and ‘mind-boggling’ childhood of how I saw the world. I sat and hoped that one day my discoveries could be shared with many others around myself, where they too could comprehend life through the eyes of a child.
I bobbed around like a rabbit, hopping through grass much taller than I was, hiding from large objects that came from nowhere. Buildings like towering wafers and traffic lights like giant colour changing lolli-pops, were only the beginning of an adventure and a cherished memory, taking me now back thirteen years of my life.
I dived, I hid, I screamed and I ran round the garden, sliding along the white blanket of pure, un-trodden snow and throwing balls of snow around myself. I played for hours and hours on end, painting pictures in this blanket, building round blobs that were supposed to be snowmen, and rolling around. I didn’t care that I was cold, for the joy from my laughter and fun kept me warm inside. My heart pounded like a drum against my chest. I was exhausted from running wild around my huge garden - weaving through trees and hiding behind my trusty snowmen. They were my friends now, I trusted them that they would shield me from flying white blobs coming from other people, and protect my hiding place. Something disturbed my fun that moment, yet I ran to my mother’s open arms where she took me and placed me in front of a warm fire.
I woke up early to see my new friends, but someone had stolen their snowy land and they too had moved on. I ran out side, only to see their existence had faded and hidden away like that of a cold, winter night’s fog. The gate was open; I took my steps and walked through. Nothing had changed. It was just another world of trees, grass, animals and people. My vivid dreams and imagination, ruined by the truth. There were no candyfloss trees, dreamy white chocolate oceans or animals having their tea parties, yet I carried on believing like some little kid on Christmas Eve waiting to see Santa Claus, even though it would never happen.
I suppose that day I woke to discover my snowy friends had gone was like the day I moved from my closest friends. I remember the day was bright, warm and the sky clear, minus the odd cloud bobbing around, trying to block the rays from the sunshine, but the sun was too powerful. I felt betrayed by everyone. They were stealing me away from where I grew up, where I learnt to behave and mostly where I made my friends. My hand flapped up and down, and the world came to an end, or so it seemed.
Later through my more matured years, as I grew and understood life more, a famous poet, Patience Strong once said:
In a garden green and gay,
all my troubles fade away,
sweet contentment here I find,
joy of heart and peace of mind.
I never really did appreciate these words before, yet now I have grown to understand what she really was trying to say - no matter where you go, you will always find a place in your garden where you can be safe. Feel safe. Through my mind, I saw things from a different perspective. I didn’t want the help from others to tell me the truth about the world, I wanted to learn for myself about the truth. Moving on doesn’t necessarily change the world, as my new garden lead to the cycle of life being just as much fun and equally adventurous. However, it meant finding new hiding places and becoming familiar with my new surroundings.
Later that year, my snowy friends came back - I knew they wouldn’t let me down. I believe that no matter where you are in the world, your true friends will always be there for you when you need them. My snowmen represent this importance to me. It’s something I will never forget, even for a young naïve child that I was.
The blinking of my eyes cannot fade a simple memory, but only time will tell how more a treasured memory this will remain and continue to live on, through the eyes of a child, yet also through the eyes of someone else.
by ME when i was 15! I just thought i'd put it here :)
The presence of the light shone in my room, as I tried to shield my glowing cheeks, which themselves could fill the room with light. Life seemed nothing more than a confusion of images and objects, which I never understood; yet I saw life as a challenge, a voyage, an adventure. The more I grew, the needier I felt to discover life beyond my garden gate. I, a child of three, was confused and excited all at once by people, yet now they have truly influenced my young mind, which was at one stage completely out of control.
I saw life as I wanted to see it, drawing pictures of people happy, without a problem in their lives, and animals having tea parties, but for some reason, this was never how it turned out. My childhood discoveries kept growing and I was learning more, every time I found something innovative.
The blossom-filled air scented with the sweet aromas and muffled sounds of animals taking their shelter; I too was not going to let anyone change my ever-needing adventure, to enter my true compassionate and ‘mind-boggling’ childhood of how I saw the world. I sat and hoped that one day my discoveries could be shared with many others around myself, where they too could comprehend life through the eyes of a child.
I bobbed around like a rabbit, hopping through grass much taller than I was, hiding from large objects that came from nowhere. Buildings like towering wafers and traffic lights like giant colour changing lolli-pops, were only the beginning of an adventure and a cherished memory, taking me now back thirteen years of my life.
I dived, I hid, I screamed and I ran round the garden, sliding along the white blanket of pure, un-trodden snow and throwing balls of snow around myself. I played for hours and hours on end, painting pictures in this blanket, building round blobs that were supposed to be snowmen, and rolling around. I didn’t care that I was cold, for the joy from my laughter and fun kept me warm inside. My heart pounded like a drum against my chest. I was exhausted from running wild around my huge garden - weaving through trees and hiding behind my trusty snowmen. They were my friends now, I trusted them that they would shield me from flying white blobs coming from other people, and protect my hiding place. Something disturbed my fun that moment, yet I ran to my mother’s open arms where she took me and placed me in front of a warm fire.
I woke up early to see my new friends, but someone had stolen their snowy land and they too had moved on. I ran out side, only to see their existence had faded and hidden away like that of a cold, winter night’s fog. The gate was open; I took my steps and walked through. Nothing had changed. It was just another world of trees, grass, animals and people. My vivid dreams and imagination, ruined by the truth. There were no candyfloss trees, dreamy white chocolate oceans or animals having their tea parties, yet I carried on believing like some little kid on Christmas Eve waiting to see Santa Claus, even though it would never happen.
I suppose that day I woke to discover my snowy friends had gone was like the day I moved from my closest friends. I remember the day was bright, warm and the sky clear, minus the odd cloud bobbing around, trying to block the rays from the sunshine, but the sun was too powerful. I felt betrayed by everyone. They were stealing me away from where I grew up, where I learnt to behave and mostly where I made my friends. My hand flapped up and down, and the world came to an end, or so it seemed.
Later through my more matured years, as I grew and understood life more, a famous poet, Patience Strong once said:
In a garden green and gay,
all my troubles fade away,
sweet contentment here I find,
joy of heart and peace of mind.
I never really did appreciate these words before, yet now I have grown to understand what she really was trying to say - no matter where you go, you will always find a place in your garden where you can be safe. Feel safe. Through my mind, I saw things from a different perspective. I didn’t want the help from others to tell me the truth about the world, I wanted to learn for myself about the truth. Moving on doesn’t necessarily change the world, as my new garden lead to the cycle of life being just as much fun and equally adventurous. However, it meant finding new hiding places and becoming familiar with my new surroundings.
Later that year, my snowy friends came back - I knew they wouldn’t let me down. I believe that no matter where you are in the world, your true friends will always be there for you when you need them. My snowmen represent this importance to me. It’s something I will never forget, even for a young naïve child that I was.
The blinking of my eyes cannot fade a simple memory, but only time will tell how more a treasured memory this will remain and continue to live on, through the eyes of a child, yet also through the eyes of someone else.
by ME when i was 15! I just thought i'd put it here :)