LEAVING CHILDHOOD

THE BOY runs from the old forest. The little legs of the ten-year-old Boy sprint between the stout pines and silver birch, hopping over fallen branches, dodging shallows, and never tripping in the mad rush.

Blonde hair flows behind the Boy as he tears past the barn into the concrete yard, where he quickens his speed with the harder ground to spring him forward to his home.

The Boy charges around the corner of the hillside bungalow to the kitchen door, which he opens in a flash even though he has to reach up for the metal door-handle.

“Mum! Mum! Mum!” screams the Boy at his slim, fair-haired mother in her early thirties.

Mum has just finished washing vegetables fresh from her garden in the stainless steel kitchen sink. She has moved to lift the lid on the big pot, while watching out for the Boy’s younger brother and sister who are playing on a blanket spread on the kitchen’s timber floor.

She is at the cooker by the window, and dazed by the afternoon light when the Boy dashes in.

“Are you injured?”

“No, Mum, not me,” gasps the Boy. “They are leaving. They are leaving.”

“Where?” asks Mum, bending down to hug him.

Mum reckons that her eldest child has been playing in his imaginations again, and talking again to the little people in the forest that flanks her three-bedroom homestead. The Boy has been talking and playing with them for years, since Mum, Dad and the three children relocated from the city to the countryside.

“They are leaving. They are leaving,” repeats the tearful Boy.

“Oh you poor dear,” comforts Mum, hugging him close to her, embracing the Boy and all his fears.

Mum believes that spiritual events are happening all the time, and all around us, in the atmosphere, so why wouldn’t her child connect with elemental beings – children in their innocence have the gifts to see other hidden worlds.

But bigger events now concern Mum. With their leaving, she now knows that puberty approaches for her Boy. Soon enough his voice will break, and childhood will end, and that fairytale state-of-innocence will be vanished. As the Boy undergoes an alteration of the soul, soon will be gone his insights into other invisible worlds that endlessly thread unseen through our world.

“They are leaving,” sadly says the Boy.

“How do you know?”

“They told me, Mum.”

“Told you what?”

“They said the forest will be knocked, and they must find a new home.”

“Where?”

“They didn’t know. But they told me not to worry for them.”

“They are true friends,” says Mum. “You will feel them in your heart forever.”

“But I want to see my friends again.”

“Soon you will find many, many new friends; many, many new friends. Soon a new world opens for you. A big world. So exciting. You can reach for the stars. And you will feel your forest friends staying with you forever in your heart.”

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SIX MONTHS later the old forest was knocked, clear-felled, destroyed despite protests by local people.

The Boy reached for the stars. He became a scientist with many smart friends in countless universes of the heart, and after meeting a special sweetheart, he was soon again playing with little people.

 

THE END

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