Happy Friday Hivers!
I remember when I was a child, especially during my elementary days. Aside from spending time at the beach, I also loved wandering through the mountainous areas near our place. My best friend’s family owned land up there, and whenever she invited me to come along, I would always say yes without hesitation.
One of the reasons I was always excited to go with her was because of the guavas. They had plenty of wild guava trees, and every time we went home, we carried a bunch with us because we would spend time picking them there. It was fun back then, climbing the trees, eating guavas while sharing our dreams, both of us sitting on the branches. I’ll never forget that while we were doing all of this, our view was a beautiful stretch of rice fields, with bamboo trees lining the edges.
Those were the days I truly miss, days when our hearts were full of dreams we were determined to achieve, dreams we were so eager to reach. Now, my best friend and I rarely see each other. She’s always busy, especially now that she has a child, so we only get to communicate once in a while. Sometimes I still visit their place, but since it’s a bit far, I can only go there occasionally.
Yesterday, while my mother and I were having lunch, we started talking about my best friend’s land in the mountains. My mother told me she probably wouldn’t find the place anymore because there’s no trail now. Back then, we used to follow a clear path from the main road going up to their land, but she said it’s gone now, maybe because no one has been going there for years since my best friend’s grandparents passed away. At first, I didn’t believe her. I thought maybe she just forgot, because I clearly remember that trail, it was quite big, and I used to walk it all the time. So I asked my mother if we could go there that same day around 4 PM.
As we started walking, I couldn’t help but smile because I still remembered the place so well, how we used to run around there when we were younger. Back then, we could sprint up those slopes without any effort. But now, even just walking uphill makes me catch my breath.
My mother and I walked slowly, but I still found myself getting tired. The place has changed so much compared to before. When we were kids, we could still see the sea from up in the mountains, but now the trees have grown so tall that the view is completely covered. Still, I’m grateful, better that the trees grew than being cut down.
When we reached the top, we couldn’t find the path leading to my best friend’s land anymore. The grass had grown so tall, and everything was so overgrown that we no longer knew where to enter. The trees were thicker, the plants were taller, and nothing looked familiar anymore. So in the end, we decided to head back home.
Sometimes it’s nice to revisit the places we used to roam as children. You can’t help but smile as the memories of our childhood adventures come back. Even though we can no longer find the exact path, that place will always remain in my heart and mind, because it’s where our dreams for the future first took shape.
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