Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.
I can still smell it. I remember waking up to the sweet smell of cabbage rolls in the morning that my mother had made. The crisp morning air in the spring walking to the end of the lane to catch the school bus. My dog by my side as we toured the farm. The stillness and quiet in the grass with the crickets. The birds chirping. The stars shining so bright in the wide open sky. The playing. Mom calling us in for lunch. We would gather around the kitchen table and tune into “The Flintstones” followed by the news.
The sense of losing your childhood, your innocence. I always felt older than I was. I didn’t realize how short those days would actually become looking back now. I miss the farm, the only life I ever knew at that time and the simplicity of childhood. I miss not having a worry in the world. Sometimes I wish I could go back one day so I could appreciate that time, the people, and those little moments a little more than I did. I have memories and past traditions from my ancestors that have been left on that farm. It saddens me to think that I may never get to pass those on or that I may never return to my homeland to live again.
The memories I have fill my heart with gratitude. Every time I think of my childhood I think of the farm and realize how truly blessed I am to have been raised there. This is something that you cannot have living in any large city. I am proud of my roots. I may not return often now but I do think of my childhood often and how it has shaped and molded me into the person I am today.
Cherish every moment you have because soon all you will have are memories. My childhood may be gone but it will never be forgotten.