Memory of Summer

When I was little, for a brief period of time, I used to live by the lake. It only took few minutes to walk over to the beach, and past little shacks of people who used to come there for vacation. Leading up to the water there was land filled with various types of flowers and dragonflies, and butterflies. The lake was surrounded by woods, and often you could spot sailboats there. I feel a little bit nostalgic for that time- when everything felt so simple, and my head was filled with dreams, fairy tales and magic.

That house is still there, but it became a summer for us and our extended family- and it’s been so many years since I’ve last been there. The village by the lake has changed, and became vacation spot. The summer shacks got replaced by summer houses, and the piece of land by the lake has buildings instead of meadow too. There are no longer horse drawn carriages passing by, and the wheat field behind the houses got divided into plots of land where more vacation houses popped up. I miss this place as it was in my memory, and yet I know that somewhere sometime someone will miss it as it is now. Places seem to exist in a certain time and place, and then change beyond recognition. I’m glad that I’ve been there at that time, and that’s how I think it will remain in my memories.