I grew up in South America. The month after graduating high school I came to study in the States and eventually decided to call it my permanent home. Twenty five years have passed from the day I stepped into a plane and flew towards my new life, one full of wonderful experiences. I am back in my home town after five years without visiting, Much has changed since the days I lived here as a child and traveling back always brings back memories, the air, the food, its people. Feeling love from my friends and family is never a difficult task over here. One feeling also comes back, that is my childhood world, but not the one I'm describing of my beloved hometown but the one that lived deep inside my mind as a girl and still lives somewhat dormant within, where my vivid imagination created characters and great adventures. My imagination was my safe place and I never felt lonely while there. My fantasies had created a parallel world that involved faraway lands and exciting adventures. Funny how coming back has ignited another parallel world that I suspect was just patiently waiting to be awakened by the little girl in me. In this world I am still a child, my home is filled with the joy my siblings and whole family brought out in me. Here nothing has changed, my grandmother tends to our garden, my room still holds my toys in place. I enjoy my big home oblivious to the fact that it would one day be sold and I would never see it again. Happiness rules this scenery and the not so happy memories have mysteriously vanished. This magical land is very much alive somewhere and its a very sweet reminder that it is always there in case I need a safe place to run to.
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