Birds chirping as my eyes stir in the morning,
The smell of freshly cut meadows pour into my bedroom
window,
The silence surrounds me as the rest of the village is yet
to awake,
As these factors remind me of my life in the countryside.
I spent my childhood in a little village just outside of
London, England. It really was quite an idealic childhood, and one that I look
back on with very fond memories. The smell of the countryside is one that I will
never ever forget, and one that I miss so very much. The smell of freshly mown
grass mixed with horse manure, to many this may sound disgusting but to me it
is such a comforting smell, a smell of home. Green is definitely the color I
associate with my childhood. Everywhere I looked was green, whether it was
trees, bushes, grassland, meadows or fields of corn being grown. I remember my
favorite time of the day was going to swimming at 5 am in the morning. Most of
the village was still asleep and my Dad and I were normally the first ones on
the village roads, but we were never alone as we were joined by all types of
wildlife. I would sit bolt upright in the car with my eyes glued out of the
window, searching for all sorts of animals. I saw deer, badgers, all types of
birds, horses and even foxes. It always gave me great comfort to know that I
was living surrounded my so many amazing animals. When I first came out to Fort
Myers and was driving to the dorms I quickly noticed the lack of horses on the
roads. I guess something I took for granted in my village was the ability to
horse ride along the country roads without a care in the world, something I
miss so greatly.
Some people love the hustle and bustle of city life, however
I would never ever replace my experience of growing up in a small village in
the countryside as I got to experience so many unique things that many other
people won’t get to experience in a lifetime. And for this, I am very blessed
and fortunate.
