There is something special about being a child-- carefree and wild, adventuresome and inquisitive, innocent and gullible, and yet able to run full speed into unpredictable situations with innocence and abandonment. Oh, man---I miss being a kid.
We lived in a development that had once been an avocado farm. Our home had nine very large avocado trees. They were majestic with great arms of strength where we girls could perch ourselves to view the world around us. They were our escape from whatever hurts were found on the inside of our home.
With all the aches and pains of aging, it amazes me to remember how agile I used to be at that age. I would think nothing of climbing 20 feet up a tree. If I wanted to hide away from the world--no problem....the huge piles of leaves were a joy to bury myself under. The pungent smell of unripened avocados became so familiar to me that I really missed it when we had to move away. There are many times the memories of my little sisters go through my mind. I see them running through the trees, tossing leaves at each other, giggling and laughing with joy. Those were happy times.
Nothing could stop freeway 605 from taking out our home and those lovely avocado trees. Progress must go on. Unfortunately, our family was never the same after we moved from our home. Our family fell apart a few years later. We were severed through a bad divorce that left five girls split apart. Being the oldest, and pretty much the peacemaker in the family, I did my best to keep two of my four sisters close to me. Unfortunately, it has always broken my heart that I was not able to stay in touch with my two youngest sisters. It is a long story of bitter and spiteful adults that have to control people by hurting them. It is unfair to the children because they are the ones that suffer. AND THAT STINKS! That is probably why I fondly remember those wild and carefree days underneath and in between those avocado trees.
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