Suzanne McClendon’s September Challenge is based on a song by Kenny Chesney: Back Where I Come From. The questions are about our home town and are designed, it seems to me, to bring forth memories long forgotten. Check out her page and join in with the rest of us. Everyone can do with a bit of nostalgia for “the good old days” every now and again.
Day 10: How do you feel about the place that you came from?
How do I feel about Springfield? Nostalgia comes to mind.
Looking at it through a child’s eyes, I miss it. I loved the sweet days of spring when the jonquils first bloomed..and it seemed it rained every day until suddenly flowers were everywhere under a robin’s egg blue sky.
I miss the hot and sticky summertime…golden colored days of running madly around the woods with my friends and throwing ourselves into the creek to cool off and catch salamanders.
I miss the cool fall days, leaves turning gold, scarlet and a brilliant orange before falling down to make cushions for us to throw ourselves into…the pumpkins on everyone’s doorsteps signaling that Halloween was just around the corner.
I miss the first snowfall of the year and rushing out after chores were done to make angels in the snow. I miss choir practice and the hymns we sang during the Christmas Eve midnight service.
Looking at Springfield through the eyes of a teen, I do not miss anything about it.
I do not miss the biting sarcasm of my brother, the disapproval of my Mother…the constant questioning about my “morals and sexuality”. I do not miss the “inspections” by my Mother to “make sure I was a virgin”.
I am grateful I no longer have to hear my Mother’s interrogations of any friend that might appear at our door.
Nor do I miss the loss of friends in Viet Nam.
The constant chores, and having to do them several times because they weren’t “done correctly”, is a blessing I can do without quite easily.
I do not miss the constant belittlement of any statement I made or dream I had.
I do not miss being blamed for anything that went wrong in our family.
On a “physical place” level instead of an emotional one, I do not miss the extreme growth of the early 70’s that turned my small town into a major city, with the traffic and noise…the emerging crime…the race riots and the KKK burning a cross on the neighbor’s lawn.
I do not miss the absolute hypocricy of the South, speaking well to the faces of the “Northerners” moving in, then discussing their “disgusting habits” behind their backs.
How do I feel about Springfield?
Very glad I no longer live there.