I had taken these photographs last Wednesday. A day extremely well characteristic of the time of the year; autumn. And that fact is relevant enough to mention it in this post. In my city, in my country, and I would say in the northern part of my continent (South America) normally the seasons are not as noticeable as in other geographical latitudes of the planet. That day, the thermometer read 24 degrees, it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon and there was a slight cold wind that made even more delicious and pleasant the moment that took me to the place of my childhood: El Camino (The Road) towards a place of rebellion, youth and memories...
Keep in mind the following: I'm a 31 year old girl (literally, I'm having my birthday in 20 days...), I'm the mother of a beautiful 8 year old babe, and I'm the companion of a man who captivates and excites me. But with the record that characterizes my current days, still, I couldn't help but feel the excitement in my body and in my gestures as I approached a place that I have loved all my life; but curiously didn't know (until that moment) that I adored so much....
And yes, it is a small but beautiful skate park that used to be the gathering place to be with each and every one of my friends. Already that bonding is something tremendous, meaningful and powerful for the life of a teenager, as I once was.... And if you add to that, that most of my friends, for one reason or another, had to emigrate.... And not only from the city, but from the country, because finding myself again in the vicinity of that place, was a mixture of feelings, emotions too strong.
I am not lying when I tell you that the lump I felt in my throat was so powerful that I had to make an effort not to cry in front of my little daughter. There is nothing wrong, I clarify, in a mother showing emotions to her children, but the problem was having to explain why I was in that situation. Still, today, now... I feel that while I am explaining it, my heart is beating a million times and my mind is filled with so many good, beautiful and funny memories, which will inevitably make me cry....
Sometimes (those tears) come from the happiness of having lived those beautiful moments. And other times, because of the difficulty for me to find again the warmth and the company I used to have when I was 17, 18, 19 years old. The rock and roll, the rebelliousness, the smiles without lies and the sense of community and belonging, were characteristics of those people I love so much and miss so much. Life is also the accumulation of memories we had lived as well.
As well as photographs become postcards of an exact moment, of a certain historical time; also without the connection we didn't know we needed with so much passion. They are the anchor towards breaking monotony and the link between a simple walk to do some cardio and my bond and rootedness with my friends, my sweetest years and moments of happiness, togetherness and tenderness that I love so much. I hope you find in the photographs, some of that which I try to convey to you in these words. And if not, just know that what you see represents too much for me. Thanks for reading me, from the bottom of my heart, guys.
There can be no true appreciation of precious moments without looking back in time a little... We have to appreciate that capacity and treasure it. All photos have been taken by me.
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What a nice walk you had that you can reminisce everything your teenage days. Days flies so fast that you had your own family now.
Yes, indeed, love. Pictures makes me remembrance what I used to live back in the old and good days. Thanks for stopping by and for your comment, hun.
Certain places hold so powerful emotional meaning for us that even 50 years later we find ourselves transported back to the good times we experienced then. If we can share those experiences with those closest to us, even better. Wonderful memories are meant to be shared.
Memories, friends, happiness, emotions all in one place, friend. All in my mind and how important those memories are for me. No matter how long that experience was, still is strong in my own appreciation. Thanks so much for your lovely comment and thoughts about it, @magnacarta
a beautiful walk and lots of memories
Sorry for short comments this week I have a lot going on and wont keep up if I try to to do longer replies this week
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No need to say sorry, friend @tattoodjay ! Nice to see you back, mate! Hope you're doing just fine. We'll see each other again, no question about it.