Childhood Memories: Summer Storms
Wednesday, May 25th, 2016 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosegoldmistressI'm home alone today and there's some rain passing through with mild thunder rumblings, and it brought up a memory of about this same time of year when I was a child. I had a friend over with me at my grandparent's house and it was a bit of a stormy day. When I was younger, I remember playing outside quite a bit in addition to video gaming- I had a great balance going. I had a love/hate relationships with storms (now I mostly love them, save for tornadoes) and on this day we wanted to be out in the rain.
For whatever reason, we saw this as being very rebellious. My grandparents didn't know we had gone outside, we went into the backyard and created a fort so to speak, out of my big red plastic snow sled and a sheet, the clothesline being our base of building. We put the sheet up and then the red plastic shed over our heads on top of the sheet and created our rainy day fort. It thundered and the wind blew and it rained pretty decently and we thought this was the greatest thing ever, and that we had so much freedom being out there in the middle of the storm with no supervision. Why? I don't know. And I don't know why I was struck with this memory today, either. I guess just time permanence in my brain. I've always had this special tie to nature in my mind, forests/rainy days in particular. I've always wondered what this stems from. My whole life I have had a very small obsession with fairies and the idea that they exist (yes I am 23) and maybe that is a part of it? Anyway, thanks for the rainy Wednesday, world.
For whatever reason, we saw this as being very rebellious. My grandparents didn't know we had gone outside, we went into the backyard and created a fort so to speak, out of my big red plastic snow sled and a sheet, the clothesline being our base of building. We put the sheet up and then the red plastic shed over our heads on top of the sheet and created our rainy day fort. It thundered and the wind blew and it rained pretty decently and we thought this was the greatest thing ever, and that we had so much freedom being out there in the middle of the storm with no supervision. Why? I don't know. And I don't know why I was struck with this memory today, either. I guess just time permanence in my brain. I've always had this special tie to nature in my mind, forests/rainy days in particular. I've always wondered what this stems from. My whole life I have had a very small obsession with fairies and the idea that they exist (yes I am 23) and maybe that is a part of it? Anyway, thanks for the rainy Wednesday, world.
