The slides and swings still bring a smile to my face all those childhood things
When Lena was little she used to play
With the reading light on her desk
Twirling her fingers in the dusty light
To make her shadow puppets dance
Laughing at dancing imaginary figures
Ryleigh found herself in a part of the woods she had never seen before.
She had been skipping along the creek chasing a bullfrog who was winning the race when she’d tripped on her untied shoelace. Brushing the dirt and leaves from her already scabbed knees, she noticed a hole about her size in brambles that formed a perimeter around the creek.
The frog long gone, and having gotten bored with the game anyways, she ducked through the portal and followed it into the woods.
As she moved deeper into the passage, it got progressively darker as the thorns weaved between each other, nearly blocking out the sun. She never got scared, or at least admitted it to herself, because she could see the light at the end of the tunnel ahead of her. Even though it was a constant beacon, it felt like it never grew closer until she found herself stumbling out into the cool afternoon sunlight filtering through a thousand leaves above her.
The golden fields of childhood
Lined with verdant forests
Providing a soft boundary
Ripe for exploration