Track & field

Where is a field? Running in the field, jumping over the hedges, chased by an angry farmer with a pitchfork, setting world record to escape farmer's weapon. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 8/10/2012

Childhood memories

Running, falling, scraping both knees, blood is running, crying. There is always somebody near to help to wash, to clean, to dry tears. Sleeping comfortably beside a big warm body, next to a woman, who gave me a life. There is an emptiness. Dad is missing. Learning the hard way how the World works. Do not tie a cat in the attic, because I am called for supper and I want to play with her more, when I will be back and I know this cat will not wait,she is already tired of my childish games and she has more important things to attend. I didn't know the cat will try to escape and doesn't know, how to climb a ladder. I just learned, how to tie a knot and learned it well. The cat was found barely alive. The childhood full of mistakes, also full of laughter, when they made the toys just for me. Childhood full of games. It wasn't pretend. The dolls were alive, sick, or well. We were selling and buying, and haggle over green currency paid in leaves. My friends were real, we understood what is right, and what is wrong when we played. We played imitating real life, always with the best friend on the side we could share. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Potsville, 7/18/2012