Tones of Home
When I was a child, the possibilities were overwhelming. Moving to this country town of a few thousand people, the possibilities for fun and adventure in the wilds of the farmland. Having left my best friend, having already moved again since then, I wasn’t ready for this to be a failure. I was ready to make friends, be free, have fun adventures.
As I grew into a young woman, I started to see these wide expanses as holding me back, not welcoming me in. I started to see the through a different, more restrictive lens, this vast land of farms, miles from cities and diversity, became a stranglehold on me. I felt trapped in a place and time which would not be progressive; which would not be free.
So I left, vowing to never return. To be among people of diversity in thought and action, to see the world, to find my place…acting out didn’t help me find my way, only made me feel more lost. Staying true to myself and ignoring the naysayers, putting my faith in God and not myself, has made all the difference.
This image is strikingly like the midwest portion of the United States where I grew from a pre-teen to a young woman and have copied a portion of an original piece I wrote on reflections of that experience entitled Tones of Home
I linked up — why not take a whirl, it could be fun for you too!
From Sonya, Week 66 Three Line Tales, Guidelines:
“Check the TLT page for the full guidelines, but here’s the gist:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
- Link back to this post.
- Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- If you want your post to be included in the round-up, you have until Sunday evening to publish it.
- Have fun.