Did I forget something familiar to today dawned and find things changing.
Hometown I grew up over time, changing from day to day. Small village I was born and grew up is the end of a small village. Quiet and peaceful under the banyan tree canopy, green ancient fig tree. My childhood was associated partly with family courts, with the tree, with the roots turbine meters in length. Growing up, I rush, rush to class, the gathering was fun but not to the things that I grew up with gradually changing. Stay home pitch here, but why did this banyan tree still playing gurgling sound echoing through the small village of midday sun. It also no longer screams and laughter when the evening. Suddenly, suddenly rushing back old memories for me ... I remember! Me grandparents fled the lunch out climb most trees and swinging on each beat of tufts of long roots. I remember the sound ... mousse mousse hope somewhere called late summer; remember all the sweet candy pull. And I miss my brother. He let me follow the herd, kite flying on the green slopes of dikes endless, meandering down the road site. He taught me to crack corn, bean picking, digging potatoes in the afternoon across the river flats. Popular OAP inertia of the river on each small waves. Hovers boat stamping up and down. Red river silt that long ago I do not see. Did I forget. I have forgotten what this familiar to today dawned and find things gradually change ... +LOVE