Green short version. Narative

We grew up in a world where green was the color of fun.  I say this because a green lens is what I use to revisit the precious memories of my sister and I playing in the garden.   Three times the size of a tennis court, our garden was our magical place where several imaginary playmates manifested and joined us as we created concoctions, constructed make-believe cabins and caught tiny wriggly creatures.

We played in the garden during every season. In the periods in which the sun was the hottest and the rain thirsty grass had shriveled into golden yellow, we had grasshopper catching marathons.   Tap, tap, tap! The jumping insects hit the top of the empty Cremora tins. At the end of the day, their fate would be in the hands of our Tom cat who always thanked us by rubbing his  fluffy back on our dusty legs.  My sister and I knew that he loved us, because we often saved him when he was stuck in the tall evergreens near the maid’s quarters.

When the rains finally came during the Christmas seasons, the slugs crept out onto the red brick drive way. It was fun to see them melt as a result of the salt shower we had given them.  On days when we didn’t torture the slugs, we teased the  millipedes until their hard black bodies curled themselves into knots. The best part was throwing these knots into the chicken pen to see how fast the excited hens could snack on them.

In the winter we loved to go outside to pick the fist sized avocados that had thumped onto the ground.  The maid always thought that we were weird for eating our avocados mashed into a juicy green pulp and mixed with spoonfuls of sugar.  That and sliced white Lobels bread was my favorite breakfast meal.

When the grass was green,  again it was nice to do cartwheels on the freshly cut grass. The smell reminded me of mint toothpaste. The little blades that would be stuck between our toes always found their way into the kitchen floor, much to the maid’s dismay.

It makes me sad to know that some kids grow up in  world of grey concrete, or flashing illusions. In my opinion, every child should grow up in a world of green.

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