With the magic of Google (thank you, Google maps), I was able to locate the exact tree under which I sliced the soft skin of my foot, of which I still bear the scar. I was six years old when I was stood on a broken piece of glass, and all I saw and felt was never-ending blood.
I love that the tree is so well maintained, and clearly loved with that bright red ribbon.
If I close my eyes and travel back, I smell banana yoghurt as well as choc chip, I remember ballet lessons, being left out of my 8 year birthday party (all my friends wanting to play with my sister), a red bicycle, and a broken collarbone. I remember wooden floors and happy times. Sitting in the backseat of the car holding a tea towel over my bleeding foot, all the while it was getting soaked.
And the Friday after my birthday we left school early, moved from my home town, away from my best friend (who for some reason must have not been at my party), and to the big lights of the city (Johannesburg). Away from the beautiful tree, and the best school ever. Jenny, David, Angie.
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Hello sweet Vonita! This is beautiful! Does this mean your birthday is near? ❤
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Hello my dear friend! My birthday is in April, but not just yet. Enjoyed going down memory lane courtesy google maps 😊
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I love google map too! I think this was a wonderful idea. Love it! 💛🌼🦋
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You must have missed it so much!
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I did, Erika, and I get attached so easily, even now it happens to me xx
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I understand it well. Some episodes in our lives impacted us like a bullet and got stuck deep inside. I think over time we simply need to accept that what happened, happened, but it is over and life already grew a new skin over it. With digging into it we cut the skin over and over again only to see that we cannot get the bullet out anyway! So, we need to find a way to accept it as part of our personal history. We should not try to forget – which is impossible – but let sad moments happen and passing again. We are human and that’s part of it. 💖
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