1 The Golden Fields of my Memories

I grew up in the countryside, a land of sprawling hills and fields.

My parents were busy all the time, so when they were gone, I played in the fields.

The fields were magical to me, because when the sun shone down onto the fields, they shone like gold.

When the sun shone down, it was like the fields were set alight with golden fire.

The grass gently waved in the wind along with it's gold like splendour.

I watched this happen every single day.

I never grew sick of it.

I was a lonely child, the others were all interested in games and everything I wasn't interested in.

It didn't bother me though, despite my solidarity, I was happy.

My childhood would have been counted as relatively peaceful.

Mother and Father loved me very much, calling me their little treasure, I was a bit apprehensive though

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The word Treasure back then inside my mind was gold jewellery and goblets, so as far as I was concerned, I didn't want to be their treasure.

They never fought, they always got along, unlike the parents in all of the novels that I had read.

The main characters a lot of the time had single parents who were often divorced.

They always got to move from the father's house then to the mother's house, back and forth.

It seemed fun, so I proposed to my parents that they should get divorced.

Mother nearly cried, Father looked mortified, I didn't get it.

It would only be a week later that they explained to me what getting divorced meant, I burst into tears and leapt into their arms swearing that I would never mention getting divorced again.

I was nine when I first met you.