“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
Georgia how our lives change and how the idyllic world of childhood can become a nightmare world. Lovely writing, you capture those changes so clearly.
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Thanks Michael … just exercising the old memory 🙂
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never get tired of scraping knees
on the playground equipment 🙂
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and falling off my bike
at twenty miles an hour
though Grandma got upset
every time that I went
to play with brand new jeans … 🙂 thanks for the renga!
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Good write, some great lines… “The slowly creeping tragedy”…
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Thanks Sue … funny how poetry helps your prose sometimes.
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I would agree!
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Well written. Not all childhood memories are the ones we want to keep. Thanks for joining in Georgia.
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About the size of it … 🙂 thanks for the great prompt!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Oh, I am so sorry …
Hoping this write helped to exorcise the painful memories.
Your haiku is a perfect cap.
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Ah … many years and a lot of water has gone under the bridge … it was painful at the time and influenced me for quite a while … but now I have a different perspective.
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