What is my most prized possession? To be honest, I don’t have one. I bought my bed, which I was extremely proud of because “twenty one year olds don’t buy beds” was what I told myself at the time. Let’s see, what else…OH I’m pretty fond of my hair products, but then again those can all be replaced with a quick trip to my local beauty supply. There is nothing that I own that if ripped from my hands tomorrow, or the day after, or ten years from now would cause me any amount of angst. I do however have memories that I cherish which are near and dear to my heart.
The other day, a friend and I were talking about things we used to do, and the conversation included stories from our, well my childhood. At the end of our stroll down memory lane, I sat back in my chair and said,”I loved my childhood.” My childhood was hands down the best time of my life. Now I understand that I am still very young but up until I was around ten or eleven years old, life was bliss. Ignorant…maybe, but bliss nonetheless. Now honestly and realistically speaking growing up wasn’t perfect, but I had an amazing sense of perspective as a child.
Family is extremely important to me and when I was a child it seemed to be important to everyone around me as well. This may not have been reality, but as I said, some of my bliss may have been youthfully ignorant. My aunt was and always has been the glue, in my eyes, to my family and her house was open to everybody. Her’s was the house where the door was never locked and you came and went as you pleased.773, the house in the city with two giant pine trees in the front yard with a cherry tree and grapevine in the backyard (where they do that at);this house was my oasis. Holidays and birthdays were celebrated here, deaths mourned here;impromptu violin recitals I performed here, my family was here. I think it is safe to say that growing up, my cousins and I probably spent more time at this house than we did at our own, not to mention that we all lived here at one time or another. I don’t remember the dates, but at one point my mother,my sister and I, my cousin with her four children and my grandmother were all living together with my aunt in this oasis. Sure this was rough at times ,which I think goes without saying when you live with anyone, but I loved it! Continue reading “My Anchor”