This piece takes the author physically back to her childhood home in an effort to escape the stress and turmoil of adulthood. In this fantasy recreation of her childhood, she realizes that it wasn’t the physical surroundings that shaped her values and morals.
The physical place that you live.
The people that you live by, work with and socialize with.
Houses, business, schools and churches that you see everyday.
These are the normal, everyday, textbook definitions.
What if your real sense of community, the one that truly shaped your life, the one where you really felt like you fit in, exists only in fragments stored in your mind?
Can you get back there somehow?
Sure, you can drive past your childhood home or your old elementary school, if they are still there. You can drive through the entire area you grew up in. You see the hills and fields and farms. Memories of riding your horse down that road or sledding down that hill come back to you. You see that the pine trees you helped plant decades ago, as part of a 4-H project, are huge now!
Oh, to have unlimited money!
You would just walk up to the door of your childhood home, simply tell the people that you are buying the farm and inform them that they need to move …now. You’ll be kind and give them a week to get out.
You need that place and time back. You have to get those roots back.
If the owners care at all about your sanity, they will pack up and leave quickly and quietly.. now.
As you’ve grown older and gone over life’s bumps in the road, an overwhelming desire to go back to the time when everything was simpler overcomes you. It consumes you.
If you can just return to that place, there will be no more stress, confusion and turmoil.
Would it really be the same?
Would all of your troubles just disappear with a moving van?
You could sure give it a try.
The first thing you would do is set up your master bedroom in the same room you had as a child. Somehow, somewhere, you have to find Charlie Brown and Snoopy bed sheets just like the ones you had as a kid. Thanks to the wonders of E-Bay, you could find them and even posters of The Bay City Rollers, David Cassidy and Peter Frampton too.
How cool would that be! Those are a must, no matter what the cost, and have to be hung on the wall!
Remember those kitten and puppy posters that you used to get from the book orders in elementary school? You see them on the wall, too, like it was yesterday. Sure, animal posters can be bought anywhere today but they wouldn’t at all be the same. Again, E-Bay or Google could be searched. Circa-1970’s, Animal Posters.
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