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My town in Gratville consisted of five, not so very wealthy
families. We lived on daily wages basis.
Then one day, a rich man came and
built this massive structure with beautiful blooming flowers, pretty garden
with water fountains, a swimming pool with an artificial waterfall.
Every kid in the town including me would stand at this gate
and look at it in awe, and we wished to jump in the pool on hot summer days.
Now, when I stand here as the top men in the Forbes
magazines, I still feel like that kid who longed to go in this house.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers
Childhood memories mark up deeper than any others.
ReplyDeleteI agree
DeleteSome sweet some bitter.
memories nonetheless
Thanks for dropping by Jane :-)
Sad tale of unfulfilled life.
ReplyDeleteIs there a typo in the last sentence?
Typo? I am not sure.
DeleteThanks for dropping by Ce Ayr :-)
Money isn't everything then. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteNot always money is everything.
DeleteSometimes some longing desires are never fulfilled by money
Thanks for dropping by Iain :-)
Now that our protagonist is in a management position at Forbes, I suppose he or she could just have a pool built just like it.
ReplyDeleteEven if she builds a house like that now.
DeleteThe childhood longing would still remain. Human mind you see :-)
Thanks for dropping by James :-)
Strange and sad, to have gained success and still feel like it's not enough.
ReplyDeleteA desire from childhood always gives that feel of not enough
DeleteThanks for dropping by Magaly:-)
Sometimes you can go farther than your childhood's wildest dreams, but your childhood insecurities still accompany you on the trip.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you Rommy
DeleteThanks for the comment :-)
excellent.
ReplyDeleteThank you Neel :-)
DeleteThere is a house like that on the lake where my grandparents used to live. The walls are eight foot concrete topped with beautiful brick cornices. You can only see the house from the lakeside and it is enormous! I have always wanted to sneak in.
ReplyDeletewe had a house like that in my grandparents village too. Then the water fountain always excited me.
DeleteEven now that old house still fascinates me
Thanks for dropping by JE Lillie :-)
From one side of the fence to the other. A delightfully whymsical piece.
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Thank you Keith :-)
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