The past that had its story

Have you ever wrote about your past? This is just some metaphorical story of childhood.

When you are a kid everything is different.
And damn it was all good, or maybe that's what I thought or what it was.

And I knew there was a kid, yep,and he enjoyed to go out to the garden and play all the afternoon.
Her mother loved him so much, so did his brothers, he did love them too, all so perfect or that’s what he thought.
His toys were always scattered all over the yard, just because he and his little brother took hours to set the scenery, to a play they never played, cause then it came rain, or the noon, or boring spirits, to screw all that fun.
And what ridiculous games they invented, pretending they were some kind of fighters. "Warrior Kittens" used to call themselves, and so funny game that it got to its 3rd version.

They loved animals, they always did, but mother didn't. She used to give away the little chicken they bought on the schools family day (used to be called "Kermesse") or that's what they thought, cause few days after, they (and I mean the three brothers) didn't knew they were eating it. They were just to innocent to know that. Oh that smart rooster, will never be forgotten. When used to knock the door with his beak, 'cause he was just hungry.

Never mind the little birds, those Australian ones, that fly in huge flocks all over the country. Yeah, they were their fascination, and used to let them free on the garden (with the feathers of their wings cut of course). And there were they, climbing up the rose bushes or the or the fruit trees, singing happily, till one afternoon... Having a delicious lunch, that afternoon after school, the mother and their sons heard a weird and strange sound, some kind of crying. The kids wondered if they could go outside to find out where it came from, but she didn't let them. Hours passed, and the crying stopped.
The next morning, on Saturday, when they were just about to go to their English classes (as their first language was Spanish), the middle brother say something that stunned him, and then his brothers: there it was, one of the birds, on the ground but not moving, tense, with stretched paws, and eyes closed. Yes, the crying was of one of the birds they loved so much. And even dead, his beautiful green plumage could be seen. When he took the little bird, so little that it could fit on his little kid hands, it was cold and still. It was buried that afternoon, after they returned from the English school... That was the first time the kid felt pain on his heart, pain that's worth it...

(it will continue...

Reviews

[Pax]

good luck my friend & brother, some of my stories are shelves into my drive almost forgotten.,...the story has an interesting start and to answer the above question, some of our childhood memories are gone, if we don't have a photo to remember it, then its just a faded distant memory, forgotten as we learned more experienced as we grow...

[Fernando Dardón]

I don't know if feeling sad about those moments that weren't translated into a photo, don't know if feeling melancholic or happy (or maybe angry). Is there any word that describes the mix of all those feelings?
What I know is that they somehow, remain in my head, fuzzy, cloudy, distant...

Thanks for commenting my friend, be well :)

[Pax]

you're welcome. I understand very well, our real emotions hides beneath our exterior, in photos it doesn't really show but that's okay, it was all in the past, we might missed those times/moments, the happy or sad, what's more important now is the present, a photo will only trigger the memories somehow a link to what we are feeling on that photo, we might not remember all but you know its there...
be well too my friend...

[Fernando Dardón]

Haven't you considered that, remembering something through a photo, is somehow a time travel?

[MoriartyMesa]

I think there is a far deeper tone than what the work lets on, this felt like a blue print. Cant wait to read more.

[Fernando Dardón]

Wow, to be sincere, I had forgotten this little story. Honestly, I've been busy. And although I got vacations I totaly forgot. Thanks for the comment!!! And thanks for remembering it to me. Now I can finish it and I'll do.

Be well, and thanks for your comment again.

Fernando