just decided to re-read some of those long forgotten classics of old...it brought to mind several of those memories, memories linked to childhood and those sweet nothings attached to it.
it's like telling stories and listening to grandma's fairytales, a return to the childhood with strings and straws, pipes and plates, harps and harpoons, toys and tins, wheels and wires....the time spent rushing and running through ravines and raging waters, plucking flowers and then arraying them all with such grit and gaiety. selling fish and vegetables in the make-belief markets all for free, running relentless in pursuit, hiding and seeking and then panting behind the ones sought after, dusty and dirty reaching home only when hunger hits the heart of it all, waking up before dawn and waiting near the culvert for the red rays of the new sun, flying kites up in the sky and waiting for the unseen kite still with the long thread and the pull of wind, earth worms and bees collected as bait ready to catch fish with the long fish-rods !
memories...memories....childhood revisits ! in this process of re-reading life !
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