Childhood #1

  Being a child have been the the best days of my life so far.
   "I remember back in the days," - possibly said too much by people around me. - So, back in the day what can I remember? Seeing as my memory is pretty bad, not a lot. However the pieces that I can think of are the ones that put a smile on my face.
   My mother is a walking person, she loves walks and seeing the sights and feeling the fresh air rush around her. Whenever I ask her why she loves it so much, she'd leave me with one sentence. 

   "It makes you feel alive."

   By this quote she means that your body is using basically all its senses, some possibly stronger than others. Sight, obviously to see what is going on, what is around you and to take in the clashing or blending colours of the flowers, trees and the sky. The sense of smell, smelling the newly cut grass in the summer overpowers anything else. The wind and heat from the sun tests your sense of touch and often plays around on your skin until your body responds and sends a shiver down your spine. We're left with taste. Well, it's not about what you can taste on a walk, it's about what you taste after. A hot drink after a walk in the cold. Feeling it gently slither down your throat and leaving heat in its place.
   So, what does this have to do with childhood? As a child I used to be forced on a family walk. I'd kick, fight, shout and throw a tantrum in hope that I wouldn't have to stroll for over three hours and travel for what felt like twenty three miles. However, once we got started and had taken about ten steps down the road, I'd be running around and laughing. I'd pick random flowers and put them in a bunch, take them back to mum and then get reprimanded because "They're wild flowers and wild flowers aren't meant too be picked." 
   The best sight too see was the small whirl of leaves being flicked around in the wind and travelling down the road beside us. 
   The walk we would go on was near our house and would go through the town and then through fields. One field was my favorite. - May sound sad, I was a child remember. - It was a massive hill. - A trek to get up. - At the very top we would see an old oak tree that had branches leaning too the floor and begging you to basically climb on them and do a little tree dance of success around it, this was obviously to show that you had survived the hike to get there. I'd be entertained for hours, just climbing and slipping down the branches of the tree. 
    It's amazing how free you feel as a child. How entertained you are by the simplist of things. How vivid your imagination is or just how happy the small things can make you. 

    "It makes you feel alive."
~Soph.