There's nothing so incredibly irresistible to a child than a mysterious place to conquer and explore. Yes, exploration's a wondrous thing, but conquering, that's the killer, especially when the thing to conquer are those pesky little ghosts that inhibit the pathway to that exploration. Basements, yes, they serve the purpose well, and to my own child's perspective, sometimes a daunting task requiring great courage. What a daring move to go step by step down the stairwell toward the basement door! For in every step sounds the beat of a war drum as closer and closer get, like I'm walking toward my doom. That floor looks so cold and unwelcoming! Even worse, there's something looming, something invisible. something I'm sure is waiting to jump out at me and attack. I swear it's a basement ghost!
All on the alert, I walk closer, and will soon enter. My foot cautiously touches the floor and timidly I move through the doorway. I looked hesitantly around, expecting a scare, and yet nothing. I sigh. My tension relaxes, and I move on, yet still in trepidation, for there is one more hurdle to pass: the daunting doorway to the laundry room. What might be lurking in there? I run quickly past as if hit by a sudden burst of energy. My room awaits where I can curl up in bed and throw my blanket over me, yet it's not needed. Johnny, my sister's ghost friend has warded off the others tonight. No shadows or weird noises surround me. It's quiet. I'm calm. Now I can go to sleep in peace.
Yes, no real ghost in this story, but in a child's imagination, it existed. I don't really have any good real ghost stories, so stories like this will have to do. These stories are in reference to certain memories I have. It will be a good exercise for me to write them out. It may come in handy for me to share some of these stories for the mere purpose of having a writing exercise, but also to work on that collection of stories my mom wanted me to collect for a book she's already titled. Scarred for Life may see its day after all.
I haven't seen any signs of leaves turning yet, but I haven't been out enough to look at the typical areas that I see them. My caregiving duties have me working so much that there are days I have limited free time. I'm sure they are changing. Most of the mountain leaves peak mid to end of September and the valleys peak about a month later. It's a fun time of year for photographing if I can get a minute to go out and enjoy it all. Word is that I'll be getting a day off in a few weeks, so expect an updated photo.
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| Autumn in New Hampshire. |
