Emmalevine
16-05-2011, 05:56 PM
The other day I was thinking about a school trip that I went on when I was only about 5 years old and still at the school I loved before everything went pear shaped in my life. I went on a coach with my school friends to a magical wood and looked at leaves and flowers to draw and later paint in a project book. I recall the excitement of skipping through the trees, being able to name the rododemdrums (even though I can't spell it anymore), the innocence of it all, the beauty of just being a child on a trip.
So the other day I searched on google for that wood, the name I still remember. I didn't know where it was. I had gone on a coach trusting the teachers, not caring where it was, it was all part of the magic of childhood.
It is part of a college, not a wood at all. It seems much smaller now, plain and ordinary. Something that has a name, a label. Something you can just search for on the internet.
As a little five year old girl, the search for leaves and flowers seemed to magical and pure. I long for those times. Most of my childhood was bad, but those special times where life seemed big...yet holding.
Remembering it made me cry.
Anyway, the point of this post is: just the following day I logged onto my Facebook page as normal only to see that the one friend who I still have from those pre-age ten years (that was when I had to move away) posted on her status that she and hubby and kids were off to that very wood/college for lunch.
Well....total amazement :icon_eek: She's been on my page for some years and I know for a fact she has never mentioned the name of the wood, I'd have remembered. I see her status updates everyday.
Strange or what...maybe a simple sign that everything/everyone is connected?
I have moved away and live at a long distance from her, so it's not as if it could have happened by fluke.
So the other day I searched on google for that wood, the name I still remember. I didn't know where it was. I had gone on a coach trusting the teachers, not caring where it was, it was all part of the magic of childhood.
It is part of a college, not a wood at all. It seems much smaller now, plain and ordinary. Something that has a name, a label. Something you can just search for on the internet.
As a little five year old girl, the search for leaves and flowers seemed to magical and pure. I long for those times. Most of my childhood was bad, but those special times where life seemed big...yet holding.
Remembering it made me cry.
Anyway, the point of this post is: just the following day I logged onto my Facebook page as normal only to see that the one friend who I still have from those pre-age ten years (that was when I had to move away) posted on her status that she and hubby and kids were off to that very wood/college for lunch.
Well....total amazement :icon_eek: She's been on my page for some years and I know for a fact she has never mentioned the name of the wood, I'd have remembered. I see her status updates everyday.
Strange or what...maybe a simple sign that everything/everyone is connected?
I have moved away and live at a long distance from her, so it's not as if it could have happened by fluke.