Wednesday 25 February 2015

Quiet time

Between the ages of 12-17, I lived in a quiet hill town. The school was on top of a huge hill maybe 1500 ft above the town and my house halfway up the opposite hill.  Every morning I would rush down one hill and up another... It would take me about 40 minutes of vigorous walking. I enjoyed my school life. Back home in the evening, I would stand in my garden watching the sun set and the twilight give way to the stars...just idling. I enjoyed the evenings even more...no friends, just me and the sky and the hills. I think that's when I grew up and became me. Nowadays, children don't get any time to find themselves. No time for themselves, no time to just go and play with friends, not time to just be. Someone else says it better.

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