My most vivid childhood memory is centered
around the little forest located in front of my recently built apartment
complex. Beside the building, there was an old creaky metal gate with speckles
of orange rust compiled over the years. The heavy bricked wall encircled the
community. Surrounding the area is acres and acres of empty grass land with
patches of dark brown soil that seemed like the perfect home for agricultural
crops.
Midst of them all is the little forest
that used to be my friends’ and my favorite meeting spot. It was about the size
of one block, big enough for exploring yet not so big that we could get lost. With
no one to take care of it, the floor of the forest is mostly coated with weeds
of all sorts along with open dirt grounds. The trees were a little taller than
one classroom wall and when the sun is out, rays of light would seep between the
leaves hitting the ground. Almost every summer afternoon, the cemented road in
front of the little forest would be our gathering spot. I specifically remember
the time when our group of three went exploring into the forest. I climbed up
into one of the thick branches near the edge of the forest. I was sitting at the
top and swing my legs in the open air when suddenly I lost grip and slipped off
the branch. The hard ground hit my right shoulder and I strained my clavicle.
After a visit to the doctor’s office and several weeks of recovery period, I
never wanted to climb another tree again.
I loved the little forest description you provided as it added depth and clarity to the area that surrounds your home. I think you created a simple, concrete, and unexpected piece that makes it sticky. The last few lines definitely were very unexpected, and great job incorporating the unexpectedness in this! I am so sorry about your experience with climbing the tree. :(
ReplyDelete