This morning during an aimless drive in the hopes of adventure, I found my way back to a place I had almost forgotten. A place from my childhood...
I took Yume to my old neighborhood park. A park I went to when I was her age.
Driving through my old neighborhood, a lump started to build in my throat.
Memories came in waves.
The faces and places were brought back to life. Smiling faces of my mom and dad, things which only live on in my heart were right before my eyes.
The heaviness of happiness—of all the time that has gone by—filled every crevice and wrinkle in my mind.
I thought of my sister, and how we were urged by my parents to go to the park, haha. we were probably (unknowingly) giving my parents a breather.
I thought of how my mom liked to go walking with her hands behind her back. She would always just walk quietly and observe the world around her .
I remembered the times I would go to the park with my dad—just him and I . He would push me so high up in the swings, and I would laugh and think of how neat it would be if i could just let go and fly.
He used to like to sit on a bench under a shady tree to smoke cigarettes.
I took Yume to the same bench
We spent time under that tree, and maybe she could tell that my heart was full because she just stayed close to me, not wandering away like she normally would.
I thought of my old friends from the neighborhood and wondered if our paths would ever cross again.
it’s amazing to think that you spend days, months, and years seeing the same faces over and over—whether it be in elementary school/high school, and then all of a sudden everyone grows up at the same time, and then you hardly ever see each other in the flesh again.
Kids I used to go swimming with, play tag with, kids I used to hug, hold hands with, share food with, be partners on field trips with...kids I knew so well, all still alive and well in my memories, but where are they now?
Life happens, and it happens so fast, and being at that park helped me revisit all of those little memories I thought I had lost.
The mundane and the mindless issues, politics, the daily irritations, and all the dust from the endless commotion of just being alive can easily create a film over the precious moments from the past. I’m glad that for whatever reason I decided to take a turn into my old neighborhood, and was able to dust off those moments in my mind.
We will come back again, I promise.