How is it that when you go to Disneyworld, even if you’re not a little kid, you get really excited and happy? Or do you? Because in my case, for example, I don’t get happy at all when thinking about this park full of castles and fairytales. My trip there was a nightmare. And it was all because internally, I was not feeling comfortable with the people that went with me. It was every child’s dream to go there, and I was living it, and feeling so bad. Right now, I really don’t want to go back.
The backyard in my mother’s house: I used to play there everyday, I had a little wood house that my mom made for me, and I continually invented stories and adventures that took place there. I was an only child until I was seven years old, so I really liked my solitude. Instead of going out to play with neighbors, I went to my backyard and joyfully played with my imaginary friends and went everywhere I wanted, exactly how I wanted, with whomever I decided. Although it was pretty reclusive, I enjoyed it. I grew up in that house, and every time I went to my backyard, I felt happy.
I wonder if this is how haunted house’s tales were created… Because apparently, depending on the situations you experience in a place, that is how you feel in a daily basis, or whenever you go to that place.
So, what do you do when the place you live in holds the most important, life changing, gloomy and miserable feelings you have ever had?
I must say that its really nice the way u write so far, even though its the first blog i read from u, but i really liked it, it has some feeling to it. also i quite agree with what u state in this blog, whether u like or not or prefer some places more than others it all depends of ur past experiences or how u relate to them.
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