A time less complicated.......

Ahh. Maybe its odd but sometimes I like to go back to places I've been years ago that remind me of innocent times. Especially when things in life right now feel overwhelming and complicated and when dreams that I had as a child did not come true...its kinda nice to go back to a time when I was filled with so much hope and less disappointments.

This swing, I believe is the same one, in exactly the same spot, 30 somewhat years ago. Its by the house that I was born in...well not actually born IN, but the one my parents took me home to after I was born in the hospital. I was here until age 6.
I could not believe it was still here. Down the ways further behind the school yard is the more updated jungle gym. Meh..kids these days are spoiled :-p

How simple things were then. I did not realize how my old neighbourhood smelt so floral... but it did.... as the same floral sents brought me back as I toured my old block. I remember the raspberries in the backyard that the neighbour would steal. Odd how I just noticed some more raspberry bushes poking out of someone elses backyard down the road...  I remember having a branch that I tied fishing wire to and a rock at the end of the wire and sat at the curb after a big rain and "fished" for leaves in the puddle along the same curb. There is a giagntic tree taking up most of that area now.
I remember my babysitter Tia Maria who used to make liptons-cup-a-soup and she added more of her own noodles to it. And how I craved her italian cookies she made, so much so that I could not wait for them to cool off on top of the stove after she took them out of the oven. I remember eating a couple of them trying not to burn my hands and mouth as if she wouldnt notice. I remember being in LOVE with Hercules (the handsome dark haired muscular man in the cartoon) and how I dreamt that he would rescue ME instead of that dainty blonde chick and the sidekick kid with the horse body. I remember how I would compete to watch this cartoon with my babysitters son Tony who was much older than us "Tony baloney the big fat poney"  I would call out with my bro when we were safely in our own backyard.  I remember having a neighbourhood and classmate friend, an indian boy named Philip. That was only until my older brother teased me about having a "boyfriend" and I immediately refused to go to his bday party and any other play date at his house.... maybe that is where my demise with relationships with men started ..... hummmmm. Hahaha.
Oh how simple it was then. How I wish it would be as simple now. I guess when it is right then the simplier and easier it will seem.....