This is an old blog I wrote nearly 6 years ago – dear God, has it really been that long? – after climbing Mount Fuji. When I saw the daily post ‘mountain‘ I couldn’t help but dig it back up.
Mountain climbing really is an amazing experience and re-reading this brought that back in a huge rush. If you’ve never climbed a mountain, I would highly recommend it.
PS – I actually took that picture!
This is a post in response to the daily prompt: Childhood.
I compiled a list of things that came to mind as soon as I read the word, and it’s in no particular order. I am sure some of them will relate, depending on your age, and others will have a similar link but a different name.
Still, the idea of childhood brings with it a very visceral response that ignites memories of a day when things seemed so much simpler..
The day was March 11th, 2011. I was living in a small town, teaching English to junior high school students. It was their graduation day that day, a whole class of children were moving on to high school in a week. Many cried, many laughed. To be honest, up until 2:45 that day, it had been a really good day.
The graduation finished at around noon and the teachers all headed back to the staff room to pretend to work. I sat at my desk, typing away as always. I was trying to put the last touches on the novel I was writing.
Then it hit. I heard it coming up through the ground before I felt it, and every sense in my mind told me to run. I shot up from my desk, slammed my computer shut, and bolted for the door. The other teachers actually laughed at me.
They wouldn’t be laughing long… Continue reading
Sticks and Stones 