Streets
Have you ever thought that streets have their own feeling to them? Like when you walk on one street and you feel tranquility, another street – and you are overwhelmed with business, some streets feel safe and other do not. One street I walk and giggle.
There are some streets that I like to walk on. I get off the bus earlier for that reason.
Of course, there is this particular feeling with the streets on which I ran as a kid. Though streets have changed, some became wider, some otherwise, old buildings in contrast with new and I do not see on them the familiar faces – my heart pounds faster, as some of the still familiar sounds and scenery resurrect my childhood memories.
This is the place where I first learnt how to ride my bike. This is a bush near which I fell and wanted to cry, and my sister saw it and told that I was a strong girl who is not suppose to cry, and so as I walked on the street I hold my tears back. Then in five minutes I was running again with my green from medicine knees. On the side of this street is a tree from the top of which I slipped down, scratching to blood both my legs and hands and walking back as a bear, rocking from left to right to get home. But that time I could not hold my tears. Just days after I had to climb that tree again many other times, it was my spying-hiding place. The boys could not find me there. And even that dramatic fall – it did not betray me. I had to quit the game but just for a short time.
Between two other streets I can see couple of trees that have grown up from the little twigs that my mother planted into the ground, which I used to water everyday in summer, into strong branched trees. These days my nephew climbs them as they play with other boys.
I like many other streets, and I return to some of them, if I have a chance.
P.S. I think it is more that just the streets themselves that I like, but what they contain in them – people, houses, smells and trees, and playgrounds and how it all is related to each other.
Have you ever thought that streets have their own feeling to them? Like when you walk on one street and you feel tranquility, another street – and you are overwhelmed with business, some streets feel safe and other do not. One street I walk and giggle.
There are some streets that I like to walk on. I get off the bus earlier for that reason.
Of course, there is this particular feeling with the streets on which I ran as a kid. Though streets have changed, some became wider, some otherwise, old buildings in contrast with new and I do not see on them the familiar faces – my heart pounds faster, as some of the still familiar sounds and scenery resurrect my childhood memories.
This is the place where I first learnt how to ride my bike. This is a bush near which I fell and wanted to cry, and my sister saw it and told that I was a strong girl who is not suppose to cry, and so as I walked on the street I hold my tears back. Then in five minutes I was running again with my green from medicine knees. On the side of this street is a tree from the top of which I slipped down, scratching to blood both my legs and hands and walking back as a bear, rocking from left to right to get home. But that time I could not hold my tears. Just days after I had to climb that tree again many other times, it was my spying-hiding place. The boys could not find me there. And even that dramatic fall – it did not betray me. I had to quit the game but just for a short time.
Between two other streets I can see couple of trees that have grown up from the little twigs that my mother planted into the ground, which I used to water everyday in summer, into strong branched trees. These days my nephew climbs them as they play with other boys.
I like many other streets, and I return to some of them, if I have a chance.
P.S. I think it is more that just the streets themselves that I like, but what they contain in them – people, houses, smells and trees, and playgrounds and how it all is related to each other.
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