I love it, full of adventure & discoveries among poverty. Right after birth my first home was an old hotel turned into a resident building. This place was at a boulevard full of rotating lights, a pizza spot and right across a twin theatre called Rex & Duplex separated by a beautiful lobby, very classic style. That is where my light came from the heavens...I guess. My floor was a third with a huge balcony and I could hear cars and commotion. I recall a kid crying all the time and dropping his toys so I picked them up for me. There I grew up to 7, then moved to another location, but still visiting my very first place. My father's place was migical and still is, second floor right next to a church but they've changed it a bit. Before it used to be paradise. A huge opening vision to the sky as some part of the roof from the church. The cross pointing the front direction and the bells at 6pm every day. At night it looked like a vampire castle and the sky turned out very ugly! School time! During the years I was a renegade, never liked being with others, always claiming home. By the grade of 5th girls started behaving against us boys and me learning the truth. I got a buddy from my hospital who always gave me the excuse note for my missing days, so I showed it, no problem. My sis was a lovely teenager that rarely took me to her father's place (a farm)...yep half sis by different father. There she let me run, throw stones at planes and stuff like that. My age of 10 got really interesting. I met most of my favorite hobbies, cartoons from all over the world/movies/books comic style/toys. Left school to become a true individual at 17. Later on my first job at a discount farmacy, got fired for fooling around. Right now this is my job (voluntary) and I intent to enjoy it while it lasts.
Thanks for correcting errors! One more thing I'd like to tell is that all my years loved looking to the sky while on bed and throw rocks to the sea as how far can the bubble be spotted.
I'm also intrigued by trees and walls on how they remain on an isolated spot for years or decades. And I always come to them to touch, find out about their knowledge, what they've witness all that time, their experience under rain/sun/night.
Sorry to bring this to the top again. I believe by going back to the place when I was 5, threw rocks to the ocean, find and hold one of the actual rocks, I will become 5 again but still having the mind I have right now. Kind of magic spell.
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Feb 7th, 2006 07:54 PM
