As a child we dream, we are creative, we trust others easily and yet we know when something bad happens to us we bury it as if it didn’t happen.
As a young child I was always conjuring up ideas on how to change my world.
I dreamed about escaping to the Netherlands, I loved Peter Pan.
I dreamed of having a tree house, you know a place we could call our own.
I loved nature so much I would flee to our small little forest in Shingle Springs, CA all to escape my responsibilities.
I’ve progressed quite a bit since then, I’m now formulating my life experiences via this blog but, with more real life complex stories and sharing them in hopes with a much larger audience.
As a passionate caretaker, I’m adept at using my imaginative thinking and creative flair to create blog posts which entertain and engage my audience (hopefully).
I kept it locked up
It was around age 7 when I would play outside with all the neighborhood kids. Nothing odd or strange about that, I played with these kids in our neighborhood all the time. So, what would make it any different then, any other time?
Till one particular day when I followed a bunch of friends into a parked vehicle. This vehicle was parked a couple of doors down from our home.
Sometime had passed when I heard my mom calling my name. But, I couldn’t answer nor, could I come to her. My mom’s voice became more frantic. But, I still couldn’t answer or come. Eventually, when I was able to return home. I got into a lot of trouble, for not coming when I was called.
I was so young. I didn’t know what to do or to say except to pay the consequences for not coming when called. How would I or could I tell them what happened. So, I kept it locked up inside. Or so, I thought.