Thursday, 15 December 2016
Who we really are
I went back to the place of my birth and where I lived for the first nine years of my life before becoming who I am. It has all changed; those fields once haunts of runaway boys set on adventure are now full of houses.
The little stream and pond where frogs spawn was gathered in glass jars to watch tadpoles change into frogs is gone too but the pine wood is still there still whispering its secrets to those few that care. It is there in its silence us kids found three little stone gravestones sprinkled with pine needles just recording names and the year of death.
These were the resting places of the Manor House dogs who buried with love and care are remembered still but just by me. How eager we were then to grow up and see the world but in the end when we look back we can see who we really are.
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