Transformed

I was reading some OLD material, and thought my 15 year old self had something insightful to share. I hope you enjoy this throwback.

Transformed

A cozy cottage placed serenely on a hill
Stood tall in the shade of a magnolia tree.
There, hopes and dreams were stored,

Laughter painted the walls

And meadowlarks sang,

Childhood innocence filled the air.

Friendships were formed and nurtured,

And the tiny dwelling watched it all,

Waiting patiently for my return.

Now, when grown-up frustrations overwhelm,

My mind takes me back

To that enchanted childhood playhouse,

Where faded hopes and dreams once again become

As bright and shimmering as summer’s sun,

And against the backdrop of today’s reality

I am transformed

Leave a comment: What childhood memories transform you?

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