Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Memories in time
For some reason there is a memory from my childhood that seems to have never faded.
I grew up in a small community in New Brunswick called Hopewell Cape. We had about 9 acres of land. Half or more was forested and it was surrounded by the same. Lots of little farms just off of the old two lane highway.
At the age of 5 or 6 my friends and I would wander off into the back 40 as it were and play all sorts of adventures and not see another living sole all day.
One area in particular was a thick pine needle forest. The branches of the trees would not go below my head so the tree trucks stood about 4 feet high.
I remember standing in this forest one day and only hearing the sound of wind in the trees. No planes. No cars. No people. Just the sound of wind and the occasional cracking tree branch. I remember stopping and being completely dumbfounded by it all and staring off in all directions and seeing nothing but trees.
Whenever I get stressed this image pops into my head unbidden and the sounds of the world around me shrinks.