Adventures, quests, great expeditions; diving headfirst into the unknown can be dangerous and irresponsible, but it can also create stories that would put any fiction book to shame.
Sadly, I'm not going to able to bring those stories to life. That's what I thought at least.
Not that I'm complaining, the gut-wrenching need to escape reality had always been there, It's not like the real world sucked, though. Tales of wonder, whether from books or old legends told through generations, gave me unrealistic expectations of life after childhood. Ironically enough, childhood is where all of the wonders of life lie.
Now I know, I know, everybody is somewhat curious, it's nothing exciting. I'm not saying I was a special snowflake that couldn't be contained and was born to be a great adventuress, I'm just saying my sense of adventure was prone to getting out of control. You can blame that on my mother, she's the one my sense of adventure came from. …show more content…
Maybe how much time she and I spent together had something to do with it.
She would always bring me and my siblings on trips to extraordinary places when my dad was out of town for work; Mountains, nature museums, wildlife sanctuaries. Every time she would take us my siblings would run off, leaving her and me alone to trade tales of wonder.
There weren't many places to explore since my neighborhood wasn't very big. However, living in a small suburban neighborhood wasn't that bad. And since I had been living in the same house nearly all my life, it had a charm and comfort that I wouldn't trade for anything. Maybe the fact it was the smallest house in the neighborhood made it cozier.
Also, because I lived in the same neighborhood for so long I had plenty of chances to explore; I loved finding every fun hiding spot and secret place.
Now you may be thinking 'how did you have so much time on your hands?' Well, allow me to explain.
Sadly, I'm not going to able to bring those stories to life. That's what I thought at least.
Not that I'm complaining, the gut-wrenching need to escape reality had always been there, It's not like the real world sucked, though. Tales of wonder, whether from books or old legends told through generations, gave me unrealistic expectations of life after childhood. Ironically enough, childhood is where all of the wonders of life lie.
Now I know, I know, everybody is somewhat curious, it's nothing exciting. I'm not saying I was a special snowflake that couldn't be contained and was born to be a great adventuress, I'm just saying my sense of adventure was prone to getting out of control. You can blame that on my mother, she's the one my sense of adventure came from. …show more content…
Maybe how much time she and I spent together had something to do with it.
She would always bring me and my siblings on trips to extraordinary places when my dad was out of town for work; Mountains, nature museums, wildlife sanctuaries. Every time she would take us my siblings would run off, leaving her and me alone to trade tales of wonder.
There weren't many places to explore since my neighborhood wasn't very big. However, living in a small suburban neighborhood wasn't that bad. And since I had been living in the same house nearly all my life, it had a charm and comfort that I wouldn't trade for anything. Maybe the fact it was the smallest house in the neighborhood made it cozier.
Also, because I lived in the same neighborhood for so long I had plenty of chances to explore; I loved finding every fun hiding spot and secret place.
Now you may be thinking 'how did you have so much time on your hands?' Well, allow me to explain.