“Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do.
It is much easier to skip it
and go from one childhood to another.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
Walking along the railroad tracks … just walking, with nowhere to go and no goal to reach. Thinking about yesterdays, when everything was golden books and chocolate cake. The years of my childhood, happy memories – boring memories. The up-right piano my Dad bought me for 25 dollars, trips to the farmer’s market on Sunday’s, paper doll cut-outs and kool-aid.
The changes in the world, without a premonition … one day we were a happy family, then the slow creeping tragedy. Mom went to work, Dad couldn’t cope … he began to drink, they began to fight, sometimes she didn’t come home at night. Estrangement and unhappiness.
walking near the tracks
leaving happy childhood
– grown up
(c) G.s.k. ’14