I haven't been home in Moraga for an extended amount of time for a long time. It is weird because everywhere I turn there are memories from my childhood. Every morning I would walk to my junior high school through this orchard.
I never really paid attention to how beautiful it is because it was always there. While Pat and my dad were watching the Super Bowl, I went to walk my old path that I took to school, through the orchard and through the creek. The well worn path that was there when I was a kid was all grown over. For some reason it made me sad.
Since I was in a nostalgic mood I went to go look at the creek I played in all the time when I was a kid. It was here that we spear fished with makeshift spears made from broom sticks and kitchen knives, got poison oak, floated on rafts during the summer, built forts, and spent hours at a time with no parental supervision.
Story Time-
Speaking of "no parental supervision," as I was walking home, I was reminded of an experience that I had when I was a kid.
As many of you probably know I am the youngest of 5 children. Being one of 5 children it was easy to get lost in the mix of things. On this particular day, I must have been feeling a bit neglected and wanted some attention and to be appreciated.
In order to get this attention I would normally through tantrums and go bizzerk. This usually granted me the desired attention I wanted, even though it
was negative attention, at least it was
something.
However, this time I decided to try something new to get attention and to make my family realize how much they loved me...I decided to run away. At the time, I thought this would be a great idea. They would realize I was gone and then come searching for me. I would wait to reveal myself and then when I came home they would all be so happy and celebrate that I was safe.
I didn't really want to run away too far, so I decided that I would just hide out in my front yard and wait until they came looking for me.
So I hid in these bushes and waited....
and waited....
and waited...
and waited....
it started to get dark...
and I waited...
and waited....
after a few hours no one realized I was gone. I gave up and went home. There was no celebration of my arrival because no one knew I had run away. So in the future when I wanted attention, I decided to use a no-fail tactic...throwing tantrums and going bizzerk—it worked much better than running away.
I think I will create a children book about this, but I would have to change the ending a bit. haha