with the craziness of tonight, i was on facebook and came across some pictures from my elementary school best friend's life. i was reminded of how much our lives were entangled. we're still friends, but distance and time have taken their toll and we haven't gotten to really catch up in a little over two years. yet, when i think about simplicity and joy and my childhood, i think about marianne's house. riding horses. swinging across the creek. hearing her family play and sing as the sun set and twilight fell on the foothills. playing hide and go seek. sitting on her hardwood floor and being able to look way up, all the way to the ceiling, because their house was so...tall. i think that's the word for it.
anyways, so that's what i think of sometimes when i think of my childhood. marianne's family, and her siblings, were a family to me in a way that my own couldn't be that those times, because of difficult circumstances and sickness and other issues.
so, what childhood memory gives you peace?
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