An Ode to Old Memories

I remember back to when I was younger. The sight, surrounded by trees and nature towering over me. Sweet gentle serenity, with the calmness of the warm breeze. The wooden, straw hut where I slept in; now distressed into shambles. Cracks, shattered glass...dirt from once green grass, rocks embedded beneath the ground.

Animals no more within their pens, just distant memory lingers in replacement to them.

That farm was once my childhood, an escape and a second home. Driving back up the hill; to step foot on the land after years of absence...

A tear escaped my eyes, feeling more than overwhelmed. My memories flooded back into my mind, like a collapsed dam full of emotions. The place that I remembered was no more.

So as my last and final visit, I bid thee farewell.

Thank you for all the memories you made me develop throughout the year in this very place. Thank you for giving me a sense of security, a sense of peace away from the bustling city; and most importantly...

Thank you for helping me find myself.