Looking back at life (standard:other, 570 words)
Author: Hope	Added: Mar 02 2007	Views/Reads: 3342/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
just something we all stop to think sometimes, about where we came from? And who we really are at the end of the day...

It feels like Flipping pages in a book and Time seem to move at the same
pace. I decided to take a little time off from my daily hectic life to 
just sit and think and remember who I really was... 

What is my oldest memory? Was it was being pushed in a pram around the
park outside my house? or was it being carried by my mother at party on 
her side while she danced and sang to me? Or my weekly trips to the zoo 
where I would feed the ducks bread, look at the white tiger behind the 
giant sized cage who would patiently watch people looking at him with 
awe. 

As my toddler days ended with the school plays, I remember when I was
five and I had to be little miss muffet instead of being afraid of the 
spider hanging from my bonnet I was chewing the spider... well now I 
would not go close to a spider. 

I remember what a perfect day meant to me while growing up. School in
the morning, back home for lunch, quickly changing into my riding boots 
and breeches, cutting carrots for my horse. Getting to polo club and 
seeing ramesis everyday was something that made me feel on top of the 
world...He was a beautiful gray stallion, and I loved horses... 

The smell of hay when i was playing in it... looking at the sky, and
then the way clouds of dust would form when I was training to jump for 
my competitions. I loved riding and loved to compete. show jumping  and 
cross country were a rush. I felt one with everything... 

Sometimes I miss being a child, Didn't have to worry about who paid the
bills, what I would do if I didn't work it was all about coming home 
eating dinner watching some television after a full day of activities, 
packing my school bag and going to bed...That really was Life...And all 
I remember was that I was in such a hurry to grow up... 

There were days when I would dance, days when I would do martial arts...
days of just doing things I loved like painting, singing the songs I 
made up on the spot and just playing in the grass.... 

I smile at the memories of the content  little girl transforming into a
woman, who'd go to college, write a little, and party hard, and oh! how 
I loved to dance... 

Once college was done, it was time to build a life and what better could
I have asked for then being in a line I loved, events, managing 
concerts, organizing shows... Being creative.. It is stressful and 
tiring, takes up all my time but I love the rush....I feel alive... 

And now I am in my mid twenties, I have a great job, a loving boyfriend,
I get to meet musicians, travel with them, have a lot of fun along with 
the high stress level work schedules... 

Maybe someday I'd travel and study Spanish. Maybe I'd take a salsa
class... Maybe I'd train killer whales. Maybe one day I'd buy a house 
on a beach. Go for long walks by the ocean, listen to the waves that 
inspire my soul and write a book maybe.... 

But till then my life is good and I'm happy that I have a plan and I
know I am going the right way... .... 


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