Thursday, March 3, 2011

Cool, calm water bring your voices back..

When I was younger...I used to spend most of my days after-school and summers in the woods..exploring..building forts....making trails..can you tell this has influenced me a lot? Haha.

At the age of 7 I wandered in the woods with my older brother and we explored a few blocks away from our house..we had packed sandwiches in our backpacks and wandered so far we reached these power-lines and I remember seeing a farmhouse down the hill with chickens. We had no idea where we were...but when we got home..our mother was calling the police because she had no idea where we went. From then on we were banned from leaving our street. Of course that didn't stop us..

Every summer my brother and I would gather wood and build a fort. He would build bows and arrows and I would furnish the fort with moss and leaves. Then we would battle the neighbors and defend our makeshift castle. In winters we would replace our wooden fort with a frozen one.

I recall this one time when my brother and I wandered to the woods across the street that we hadn't been to before. Kids on our block tried to scare us by saying the Blair witch lived there (just by this reference you can tell around what year this happened..ahha). Of course we went anyways. We wandered until we found this small ravine. We walked down into the stream and I was excited to find natural clay..the kind that you make those coil pots with in art class and bake. My brother found a deer skull. Eager to get home and show our treasures to our parents..we rushed up the ravine and my brother ended up slipping and falling into the clay at the bottom. He was stuck. His shoes had sunk up to his ankles and he was sinking by the minute. I was such a wee of course the situation was terrifying..and I started to cry and get all worried. I tried to pull him out with a stick but he wouldn't budge. I was debating in my head whether to leave him and try to get help from our dad..but I didn't want to leave him alone because I was afraid something would happen to him. Thankfully he decided to take his shoes off and was freed. We walked home and our parents questioned why his shoes were missing. It was beyond a silly situation. Later I remember baking coil and pinch pots and the deer skull still remains in our attic somewhere.

To this entry I dedicate this of my favorites by Manchester Orchestra:

And here's the the can decide which one you like better: