For whatever reason, I find happy memories of my childhood few and far between.
I’m sure there should be plenty, after all, it was hardly all doom and gloom, but I do struggle to remember the good stuff, and it’s often the inability to ‘erase’ the bad that keeps me awake at night.
As the snow fell from the sky today, I felt a memory stir. I was reminded of how, as a child of no more than 5 or 6, to forget all the sadness around me I would lay with my head on the windowsill, staring up at the sky as the snowflakes tumbled from the full, white heavens, and feel as if I was falling upwards, into the sky. Flying away from it all. Momentarily free as the world seemed to crumble around me.
It was a happy feeling.
I hope, that whatever is to come in our lives, I can always find a way to feel free. Just like the 5 year old me, way back then.
Ellie is a working mum. In her spare time she spends far too much time waffling on the internet. She's a Twitter addicted Facebook fanatic, and an all round social media butterfly. You can also find her on Google + as Insomniac Mummy. She once walked across England and is planning on walking 100K in one day in May 2014 for Cancer Research. All she really wants is a good night's sleep...
