Take this (terrible) prompt: Two plus two equals four: yes or no?
I do not think that is such a terrible prompt. I believe I could easily write at least 832 words about the number 4. Remember, 4 is one of my magical numbers. But I will leave that OCD story for another day. Todays prompt is Places Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?
My first thought when I read this was wow, I have lived in, or near, or on all these places. I can write about this. I grew up in a neighborhood that was cleaved out of a forest. One day it was dense forest. A few weeks later it was a large neighborhood full of brand new houses. I am guessing on the time frame as I was 1 and have no recollection of this time. All I know is as a I grew I absolutely loved trees. The woods were my adventure land. There were old train tracks that went through these woods that left the perfect trail that led to downtown. Walking to town via this trail was so much more fun than using a simple road. I remember crab apple fights with other neighborhood kids. Top of the hill versus kids from the bottom of the hill. Even in a tiny town environment, where you lived was very important. It was one neighborhood yet we were still somewhat divided. I lived in the middle of the hill so I got to choose my place in the neighborhood. Although I chose the top, if I think about who I would call if I just needed someone to talk to who would just listen, that would be my friend who lived at the bottom. We couldn’t be best friends growing up as she lived at the bottom of the hill, but when I think about who was the one person who stood by me during all my turbulent times, it would be her. We haven’t spoken in a very long time as we are separated by distance and the fact that she refuses to use Facebook and I hate the phone. The last time we talked, she didn’t even have to tell me why she was calling, I just knew. That is the kind of friendship we have. I bet if I called her right now, we would pick up exactly where we left off. Maybe I will go look for my address book.
I have written around 380 words and I haven’t even touched upon beach or mountain. So beach. Beach was a vacation spot. Beach was a day trip. Although we lived in the middle of the state and were far from an ocean, we had so many choices. There was Hampton Beach if you wanted a very lively, active place to spend some time. Rhode Island offered killer waves that my Nana taught us to love. Then there was the Cape. The Cape is the Cape to any who have ever truly loved it. It is Cape Cod to the rest of the world. When I grew up, I moved to the big city. There was an ocean a few miles away. But one night when I absolutely needed the beach and the ocean, I drove 3 hours to the Cape. It wasn’t until I was on my way home the same night that I realized I could have easily driven a few miles to the beach. It would not have been the same. I was also in the middle of another bout of depression and wasn’t thinking my best.
When my Dad passed away, we decided to make a move. We decided to leave the city and move closer to my Mom. A lot of odd things were happening in our life and it all made this move possible. We ended up buying a log cabin on the side of a mountain. The first things we bought after our first night there were nightlights. Boy does it ever get dark when there are only stars, no street lights . Stars are so much better than streetlights. Our dogs were in beagle heaven. The neighbors didn’t call the cops when the boys acted like beagles. There were no neighbors. The toughest thing about living here was that the mountain was very hard on car brakes. Anything and everything you need is at the bottom of the hill.
We have now settled in the forest by a brook. The beagles can still be beagles here. If we need the mountain, it is a twenty minute drive. If we need the beach we go visit my sister. This is the only house that does not flood and is the only house where flood insurance is mandatory. One thing I have noticed about forests today is that I can’t find any climbable trees. Growing up I lived in the trees. Now that I think about it, maybe the trees are still climbable. Maybe because I am seeing the world through the eyes of a somewhat older woman, I can’t see them like a kid can?
So there you have my latest blogging 101 assignment. I used a prompt to vent about life. In what I hope was a somewhat humorous way. I am so getting an A in this class.