“Surviving Childhood”

16 Sep

Written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction: September 14th 2014

Rail track taken in colour and adjusted to sepia via the after touch menu on the camera to age the image

 

Surviving Childhood

My siblings and I were born to a mother who made a tobacco company rich. Pregnancy did not deter her from her favorite pastime,  our infancy  spent in a haze of smoke. When we were kids mom would send my sister and I out for the day. We each carried a sandwich filled with peanut butter and jelly and a mason jar containing koolaid. We never worried about peanut allergies or sugar intake back then. Our days  filled with exploring the woods nearby, nobody feared being kidnapped by sexual deviants, everyone knew who the “creepy” neighbor was and we always avoided him. We played on train tracks that were heavily doused in d.d.t. to keep down the weeds. We pulled chunks off of the salt licks in the farmer’s fields and ate them and played with the mercury we got by breaking open thermometers. We rode our bicycles without helmets, sometimes three to a bike, yet we managed to survive. But now my sister is gone. Not the results of a damaging childhood but at the hand of someone who thought he could drive, eat his lunch, and chat on his cell phone all at the same time. A multitasking God, so to speak. My sister, rest her soul, wiped out by an idiot.

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6 Responses to ““Surviving Childhood””

  1. gilhooley52 September 16, 2014 at 7:38 pm #

    This is very well written.

  2. Al September 17, 2014 at 3:50 am #

    I was smiling at the first part, remembering and picturing my childhood. Then the end … a powerful way to show “progress”. Well done

  3. martha0stout September 17, 2014 at 11:08 am #

    Is amazing when you look back on your childhood and realize that you somehow survived all that even when you were all but setting yourself up for a spinal injury.

  4. lingeringvisions by Dawn September 17, 2014 at 3:58 pm #

    Life full circle. A poignant response to the prompt. I always enjoy your writing.

  5. Steve Lakey September 17, 2014 at 4:41 pm #

    A bitter sweet story. Unfortunately, you can’t protect someone 24/7.

  6. patrickprinsloo September 17, 2014 at 5:56 pm #

    Sad story. And life as how it was – before cell phones.

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