mangetha

I miss my childhood. Fond memories of walking in the woods on crisp winter days, the only sound the crack of twigs snapping underneath my feet. A deep breath... the smells of cedar, birch, and cool country air comfort and surround me like a blanket. There was work to do, there always was. Raking leaves, picking up sticks. Between trips I'd wander off to explore a spot I'd been to dozens of times yet somehow always felt new and exciting. I miss my childhood. Awkward first day of school photos with too-new clothes seemingly tailored for someone else, that I hadn't chose. Who was I trying to impress? Besides everyone, of course. Trying too hard