This poem reminds me of when I was a kid and we would explore bamboo forests and river creek beds. All was quiet except the sound of crickets and the leaves rustling in the wind.
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This poem reminds me of when I was a kid and we would explore bamboo forests and river creek beds. All was quiet except the sound of crickets and the leaves rustling in the wind.
Do you ever return to those same places? Many of my childhood memories are from urban settings and a lot of the buildings/storefronts have changed their façades - but just the space has a profound impact on my ability to reflect.
Sometimes those places make me sad now because I miss the times that I can't return to. I was fortunate to grow up on an absolutely lovely street full of trees and creeks and dark places and wonderful areas for exploring. My friends and I were just like kids you'd see on a movie going on adventures everyday.
Can't you return to them? Those memories are right there inside of you. Maybe you can close your eyes and try to recall exact moments, conversations, and games you played with your friends. Hopefully it can bring more of a smile than sadness. :)
Isn't it great to have those memories? In a way I feel sorry for children today because they have more "screen time" than time alone in nature with their imaginations.