My childhood hadn’t always been sunshine and daisies, unicorns and rainbows. I grew up with a strict Korean mom and for those of you who have read some posts before, you probably guessed it wasn’t easy growing up with a mom from a completely different culture than your peers. Even then, I wouldn’t have changed a thing as all roads lead to where I am today.
There is a purpose to my rantings. My choice of photo today is not so much the act of thinking, it’s more of a representation of a quiet place to do some serious thinking. Away from people, heavy traffic (although I am very guilty of doing some very deep thinking while stuck in traffic, sometimes almost missing my darn exit), where you may hear the occasional dog bark, the tree limbs knocking together, and the honking of the geese flying around the lake. Today there were seagulls flying in circles so close to where I was standing. I had a hard time keeping focus on them when I took the pics. I did manage to get one sharp one.
My quiet place is Accotink Park. My stomping grounds. It’s where my father taught me to cast and bait my own hook, we spent many an afternoon fishing by the dam under the train trellis. My mother and I would walk the fitness trails and then take paddleboats out to the island. They also had a putt-putt course that I kicked major tail in, but that’s long since been torn down. Luckily, I am able to visit whenever I like, because it is footsteps from where I work. It always brings out that bit of nostalgia every time.
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