As i was driving home from work one night there was fog covering a section of the road and as i drove through it i was reminded of one of my childhood memories. When i was just a little girl, during the winter months i would wait for nights where fog would settle on the oval across from my house. The moment i saw it i would run outside and just.. well i suppose play... by myself!
Some nights i would whisk around in circles throwing my arms out feeling the cool wet air. Other times i would try to eat the fog. Just imagine a kid bobbing their head forward and back trying to gobble up air! Yeah, that was me! -_-' And other times i would run and just keep running for the sake of running through white fluffy fog. But my mind brought me back to certain nights when fog would settle around 1 metre high and you could be above it or under it. During those precious times as a child I would be out there on the oval and i would stand above the fog and look around and see the oh so familiar scenery, the one that would never change. But then i'd go underneath it and it would become a whole new world! It was where magic happened!
Now there's something wonderful about being a child. Because when you are a child you think like a child and your mind knows no bounds and your imagination has no limits. You see under that fog, Aladdin was waiting for me to whisk me up on his magic carpet. It was the place where tinker bell and i would talk and laugh and she would sprinkle her fairy dust on me and lights would sparkle everywhere. It was where i would find the end of the rainbow and talk and play with the little animals that lived around there. I would also lie on my back and look up at the mystic fog above, swirling and floating ever so effortlessly. It was magical, heart warming and captivating.
Actually looking back, it was quite dangerous, scary and plain wrong!!! 6.30, almost dark and a little girl out on her own outside tripping under that thick fog in an open field! That's CRAZY!
But i guess that's the beauty of being a kid! How i wish though i could go back to one of those nights.. just one more time and be lost in the moment.
3 comments:
oh so cute onee man ^_^
i could jst imagine a cute little emily playing in the fields *poi
haha
1 corinthians 13:11?
haha i can imagine you trying to eat the air..
somehow
:D
In a few years time, the tables will be turned, and you'll be watching your child play in the fog. A start of a generational tradition? =D
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