I do mourn the innocence of youth, yet there are times I feel my family situation never allowed me a chance to be innocent. It is why that summer means so much to me when I let the memories wash over me. We once kept a frog for hours, passing him back and forth and trying to feed him insects we caught. I remember chasing him in the grass until I couldn't breath from laughing so hard. We returned him to the marsh we got him from, and he swam away. I had an affinity for frogs after that, which turned into an affinity for turtles. We named him too, but I can't remember what we settled on. I like that you might have shed a tear at this one.
As people we are often judged throughout our lives, but for me, I think it is I who judges me most harshly. I'm trying not to do that, but it's not easy. I recognize I can do something cowardly without being an actual coward.
I love Haiku, I love writing them and reading them. I appreciate you quoting this one. Pride can blind us, but in small doses it can feed our souls and give us strength.
Thanks, Ben. Your reading and commenting means a lot to me. Appreciate the support. Cheers. Gary.