Favorite Childhood Place (revisit)

MaiNou Vang
Ms. Peifer
Creative Writing
12 February 2009

Now as I drive into Indian Mounds Park, the park that I had loved so long ago as a child, I feel a little envious. I no longer feel the need to run with the wind through my hair, to view the beautiful town that I had lived my whole life. I sometimes want to be a child again but an invisible force is holding me back.

Maybe it is because I do not visit the park with my sister anymore. My sister was a huge part of my memory. She had fun with me, short and simple. She would suggest me to do crazy things like climb on the stone pillars of Indian Mounds or climb down into the midst of tall grass and discover the hidden adventure beyond. My sister and I having fun at Indian Mounds is one of my greatest memories.

Though I do not feel as exuberant anymore as a grown-almost-adult-teen when I visit the park, I still see the beauty of Indian Mounds’ history and lumps of mystery in the dark night. To me, Indian Mounds will always be a place of memory.

One day, I promise, I will go back to Indian Mounds and climb the stone pillars, crawl down into the tall grass that warns us not to and evaporate into my own adventure, run again in the night at Indian Mounds and let my hair fly away behind me. And I promise I will be a child again.