My Neverland

by Six Feet Under The Stars
originally published at 05:55PM on Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Sitting on the side of the creek, I could feel the world moving around me. I could hear each leaf stirring in the breeze, scratching as it rubbed against it’s neighbor. I could hear the rush of the water over the mossy rocks near the top. I could feel the tiny brushes of wind, like the whisper of a friend.

This was my secret place, and in it I was free, able to be anything I dreamt.Able to see all the things I imagined; princesses, faeries, godesses.All the things I wrote about in my stories.

These may sound like the silly fantasies of a child,but when it existed,this safe place allowed my imagination to come alive and breathe again,the way it did for all of us when we were young.There I could believe that if I stepped just beyond a hill I might find a different world,a more perfect world. It was beautiful.

It was perfect.While it lasted. But now I find that that place, that feeling I had, is gone. It slips away, around the corner, to peek at me elusively. And I will never find my never land again.

Comments

  • from I LOVE FRANK IERO AND WILLIAM BECKETT!!!:

    Just put a little space between your commas.
    And you’re good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    GREAT !

  • from Fantasy:

    good. really good….and sad.

  • from John Perkins:

    I had actually seen this before, and thought about writing a sequel. Making the main character a detective who was working on a case where a body was found along this creek. But I didn’t do it. Still enjoyed the ficlet though.
    And I thought I commented on it a while ago, guess not. In any case, very nice job. The feelings you’ve generated here are very strong. It’s evocative of similar emotions I think we all have as we grow up, and away from our childhood.

  • from THX 0477:

    Very bittersweet. I had a similar place of childhood fantasy and play. Very sad the day I went back and saw it through older eyes.

  • from OrangeOreos:

    This is really true.

    I remember when I was little, I couldn’t wait to grow up. But now, when I look back, I wish I could have just stayed a kid forever…

  • from ♠Ana Cristina♥:

    Beautiful piece on the elusiveness of childhood.