Down memory lane.

             Visiting the place you grew up in gives a different kind of high.  I spent the afternoon at mum’s, today, chatting with my parents and younger brother to my heart’s content. And, going to the market place with my mother, seeing all the changes that have taken place  over the years, sent me on a run down memory lane.

            I do visit the place often. But,  it is at times, like today, that I really observe the place and think of my childhood spent there. I could actually see myself, running down the street. trying my hand at the bicycle, bumping into people and falling off with nervousness.  I saw that little girl with pig tails, playing hide-n-seek in unoccupied houses, which now look desolate, but at that time, looked safe and cosy.  How carefree were we back then!

           The nearby park — an old favourite —  has undergone such a major change, it looks alien!  But, only as long as I don’t imagine myself on one of the slides or the swings, enjoying myself immensely, totally oblivious to mother calling out to me to get ready for school. And, the market place, where I would go along with mother, hanging on to her arm, getting attracted by the chocolates tempting me from their shiny glass jars.  It brings back those days of  simple needs and an uncluttered life.

          There are quite a many ‘old favourites’ where I grew up.  And, all these places exude a warmth, trigger a sense of longing, that makes me yearn for the period of my life which was the happiest of all. The memories these places bring back are of laughter, innocence and the absence of complexities that was my childhood. And, this very thing is what gives me that ‘high’.  How I wish man really came up with a ‘time-machine’ that would have the ability to transport us to a place  of our choice. I know for sure what I would ask for!

           

NaBloPoMo November 2014

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