¿Quién soy? #17. Mis apegos
Saludos, estimados amigos de la comunidad 
Es la segunda vez que participo en una iniciativa de Damarys, en realidad el tema es bastante interesante, ya que nos lleva a recordar esos momentos de la infancia que se constituyeron en apegos. Hablar de ellos es analizar todo ese conjunto de relaciones excesivas que tienen las personas donde se aferran a algo o a otros.
Suele suceder algunas veces que tenemos apegos por prendas tanto de vestir, como prendas para usar en ocasiones especiales, como nuestras joyas, por ejemplo; pulseras, collares, zarcillos entre otras.
También existe el tipo de apego a nuestra casa, o el lugar donde crecimos, en mi caso recuerdo que de pequeña quizás ya tendría los 10 años cumplidos, abandonamos el hogar donde me críe, era una casa que mi papá tenía alquilada pero con el pasar de los años, logró reunir el dinero y compró un terreno justo al frente, para luego construir una casa propia, pero ya de niña sentía que me agradaba más esa donde crecí, que la nueva que mi papá había comprado y empezaba a construir.
No sé si fue apego, porque fui criada en este lugar a orillas del río, para mí era un ambiente agradable, la frescura de la brisa, tener el río frente a mis ojos, observar esas bellezas naturales cada mañana, en fin siento que viví una hermosa niñez rodeada de arboles y frescura natural.
Ya de adulta me ponía o me he puesto a analizar la situación, y muchas veces me pregunto ¿porque sentir tanto apego a ese lugar? ¿será porque me recuerda mi niñez y la tranquilidad y felicidad que viví cuando era niña? allí junto a mis padres y mis primeros hermanos, pasé momentos agradables y felices, en un patio grande donde había cualquier cantidad de animales, y que a través de una cerca podía observar el río, durante la temporada de invierno o verano, ver mientras este subía o bajaba, y cómo no recordar la frescura de la brisa, los barcos y canoas pasar, y los pescadores haciendo su trabajo de la pesca por las aguas apureñas.
Para mi adquirir ese terreno y querer construir algo pequeño, es un apego por que me recuerda esa infancia feliz que viví junto a mis padres dos de mis hermanos, y los recuerdos de caminar siempre agarrada de la mano de ese padre amoroso, una madre que vivía para ella, pero que se dedicaba a sus hijos con amor.
De adulta siempre pensaba comprarla, tumbar esas paredes viejas y arreglar algunas cosas y dejarla con su modelo original, cosa que no pude hacer pero que logré materializar al frente a escasos metros del lugar, donde pude construir un hogar tranquilo, donde la frescura de los arboles nos arropa, las aves nos despiertan con su hermoso canto, y tengo esa hermosa familia como la que de niña vi, rodeada del amor de padres cariñosos que nos cuidaban protegían de todo peligro.
Me convertí en esa madre para mis hijos y nietos que vi desde niña, cuidando y protegiendo del peligro a los más pequeños, que nada les pase, que nadie se les acerque a querer hacerles daño, y rodeándolos de ese amor que desde muy pequeña viví.
Teléfono:Tecno Spark 10
Ubicación:Guárico- Venezuela.
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Greetings, dear friends of the
This is the second time I have participated in a Damarys initiative. The topic is actually quite interesting, as it reminds us of those moments in childhood that became attachments. Talking about them is analyzing the whole set of excessive relationships that people have where they cling to something or others.
There are many forms of attachment, I could mention a few, such as attachment to material things: furniture, books, appliances, a car, a motorcycle, a bicycle, an iron or a hair dryer, there are so many things that we can have and become attached to them without caring what other people think, and it should not be like that because material things are recovered and we should never become attached to them.
It often happens that we have attachments to items of clothing, as well as items to wear on special occasions, such as our jewelry, for example; bracelets, necklaces, earrings, among others.
There is also the type of attachment to our house, or the place where we grew up, in my case I remember that when I was little, perhaps I was already 10 years old, we left the home where I grew up, it was a house that my father had rented but over the years, he managed to gather the money and bought a piece of land right in front, to later build his own house, but as a child I felt that I liked the one where I grew up more than the new one that my father had bought and was starting to build.
I don't know if it was attachment, because I was raised in this place on the banks of the river, for me it was a pleasant environment, the freshness of the breeze, having the river in front of my eyes, observing those natural beauties every morning, in short, I feel that I lived a beautiful childhood surrounded by trees and natural freshness.
As an adult, I began to analyze the situation, and I often wonder why I feel so attached to that place? Is it because it reminds me of my childhood and the peace and happiness I experienced when I was a child? There, with my parents and my first siblings, I spent pleasant and happy moments in a large yard where there were many animals, and through a fence I could observe the river, during the winter or summer season, see how it rose or fell, and how could I not remember the freshness of the breeze, the boats and canoes passing by, and the fishermen doing their work fishing in the Apure waters.
For me, acquiring that land and wanting to build something small is an attachment because it reminds me of that happy childhood I lived with my parents and two of my brothers, and the memories of always walking hand in hand with that loving father, a mother who lived for herself, but who devoted herself to her children with love.
As an adult, I always thought about buying it, knocking down those old walls and fixing some things and leaving it in its original model, something I was not able to do but that I managed to materialize in front of it, just a few meters from the place, where I was able to build a peaceful home, where the freshness of the trees covers us, the birds wake us up with their beautiful song, and I have that beautiful family like the one I saw as a child, surrounded by the love of loving parents who took care of us and protected us from all danger.
I became that mother to my children and grandchildren that I saw as a child, taking care of and protecting the little ones from danger, so that nothing happens to them, so that no one comes close to wanting to hurt them, and surrounding them with that love that I experienced from a very young age.
Phone:Tecno Spark 10
Location:Guárico- Venezuela.
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