The Best of the Worst

Avatar Author: itsElisey “Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.” Read Bio

It’s funny that when I look back on my childhood, I remember very little on my own. But, the simple waft of a freshly baked apple donut or the seductively simmering smell of apple cider creates short, film like flashes of memories in my mind. When a leaf crunches beneath my converse, I smile. And when I lay on the front lawn covered in a blanket of red, yellow and brown leaves, I feel like I am seven years old again. It’s a good feeling. I think it’s the best feeling of them all.

I’m 18 now. The tree’s are just now changing and people are bundled up in light jackets and sweatshirts. A dad is raking leaves into giant piles while his wife is hanging a fabric ghost from the flower hanger. The kids are making dad’s work harder, throwing leaves back and forth. It makes me smile, but inside, I hurt. They are so young. They know nothing about wars or hate. Right now, they are blissfully happy.

One day they’ll be like the rest of us, though. I think that’s the worst feeling of them all.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Nice reflection piece on the tragedy of growing up and the loss of innocence.

    Might have been better to find a different kind of donut than apple, maybe a pumpkin spice one? And you missed a comma in the second sentence of the second paragraph.

    Nice job conveying the moods and the idea.