Hanging out in the raspberry bush
Laying with the warm earth
The drifting clouds told me stories
My happy, alone space
I think I was three
~*~
Looking out of the train window
Crying with the rain
I never wanted to move
Sinking into my first loss
I know I was four
~*~
Beside Cherry Lake was my new home
Crossing the waters to the distant shore
With big brother rowing
To pick wild strawberries
An adventure to fill my memory with joy
When the lake froze, I learned to skate
But big brother was hit in the forehead
With a hockey puck gone astray
And a little voice cried that he might die
My first fear of death
I was five
~*~
Then the flood came
Neighbouring houses were swept away
Ours was spared, but the floor slanted sideways on the edge of a cliff
I was afraid to go to sleep
Until the house was moved to my next life adventure
I was six
~*~
School started and new friends filled my days
I learned French easily with the praise of my nun
The love of playing the piano brought music into my life
Then one day, while waiting outside for my lesson to start
I made a bad choice
Writing my name on the convent wall
Next day, I fell into disgrace
My first experience with shame
On my knees, crying for forgiveness
I was spared the strap, maybe because I was so young
Fear of authority entered my heart
I think I was seven
~*~
I started to gain weight
Kept to myself
My swing was my happy place
The little girl had changed
Learned some hard lessons
With many more to experience
And a second move coming
I was eight
~*~
V.J.’s theme: Childhood https://onewomansquest.org/2019/09/02/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-62-child-childhood/
This is so moving, Olga. The images of your early childhood stand out in their stark emotion. So well written and what a sweet photo. (I understand about the swing. It was my happy place too)
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Thank-you kindly for the thoughtful, sensitive comment. ❤
It was a moving experience to take a look at certain memories on a timeline with wise, non-judgemental eyes and investigate how certain moments were stepping stones in my psychological/emotional development. Hugs to my inner child. 🙂
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Big hugs to that inner child. Being able to step back like that and “see” the past with a new perspective can be so important.
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Sending love to your inner child ❤️
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Thank-you, Elaine. ❤ It’s interesting how when one allows the inner child to have a voice, it can be healing. 🙂
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Indeed it is because it needs to be heard and understood ❤️
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I loved this inside look at your childhood years. Comparatively, I was very lucky.
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Thank-you for reading my story. Yes, some have experienced calmer waters in their childhood and you were given a gift.
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Love this journey through childhood – the innocence, the hard lessons, the change. Hope you enjoyed writing this as much as I enjoyed reading it. I have noticed in my granddaughters, now 7 and 8, that they are losing some of the carefreeness. Sad, but essential part of growing up I guess.
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Insight is always a valuable gift. I was moved by what I went through at such a young age and there was more, as the title expresses. We all have a story! Hope your granddaughters have smoother sailing with loving guidance.
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Doubt it will be smooth, but lots of loving guidance for sure.
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I like how you approached the challenge by looking at major/influential moments in your early childhood. A lot for a young child to process. Sometimes as adults we gloss over the darker side of childhood, but it is both the good and the bad that shape us.
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Looking back, I realized that I went through alot of upheavals in early years. Yes, they all shaped me for better or worse. Thank-you for your thoughtful words.
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You’re welcome.
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The removal of innocence, layer by layer…(K)
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So true. Too bad it happened so early in life. 😦
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There’s never a good time, but yes, far too early.
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Experiences of our childhood….so beautiful Olga 🙂
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Thank-you, Ribana. ❤ I wish I had more photos of those younger years.
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An action packed young life Olga captured graphically in poetry.
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A bit too action packed. Ha ha!
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I imagine the young you wanting to be held and comforted. To trust this would be available, to know it for the future. The wounds of shame (I was raised catholic in Mexico) long for comfort, empathy and loving care.
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Some strong emotions from childhood that accompany us on our journey through life. Thank-you for your empathic words of what the inner child is looking for and never got. Much appreciated, Arati. ❤
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This is so touching and beautifully written, Olga. Many early experiences with the harshness of life… As long as you are good at writing them down and letting your inner child free – it is good. Hope there has been better times in you later life. I guess there must be, because you are able to reflect upon the early years this way. I was lucky. My first real encounter with “life” waited until I was 10.
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Thank-you for reflecting on my early experiences. Yes, there were better times, but my journey was always interspersed with a pinch of pepper and a wanting of more sweet. Photography added a light to my journey. 🙂
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Hopefully we will all find our own light in this world. The journey is different for all of us, but we all have to make it our own ♥
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