The coconut trees sway to the wind, blocking the view of the house from the street, where dogs are barking in the sweltering Sri Lankan heat.
While the 3 bedroom house I called home when I was 12 was located on one side of the property, the opposite part of the properly was laden with fruit trees such as banana trees and mango trees and various other fruit trees. We would attempt to climb the trees as kids and crawl back down with bruises and scrapes. My parents spent most of their free time in the garden, watering the vast amount of plants they seem to collect. This was our jungle, at least that’s how I remember it being.
My dad had a row of fish-tanks lined up against the back wall, that separated our home from the neighbors. He would spend his weekend working on the fish tanks which had lights in all the tanks and at night it would be lit up lighting up the whole back yard. Kids would stand by the gate and stare at the fish tanks, which was visible when the gates were open, while we would sit in the open verandah, the fan attempting to cool the hot humid air, just enjoying the fish swimming around. There would be background music playing, my dad sipping his beer enjoying his evening. My mum would be in the kitchen making us dinner while my sister would have her head buried in a book and I would be around trying to be an annoying 12-year old.
As the day slipped into night, you could hear the frogs croak in the distance and silence stills the night.
This was my home when I was 12 and this is the place I still call home. I may not live there and it may no longer be my home, but that is where my heart is and therefore that will always be my home.
Day 11 WP Challenge
Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?
I really enjoyed this Tania. Hard to imagine that Tania was ever a little girl with such fond memories of childhood.
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I can barely remember too much from way back then 🙂
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