When I …
When I was young
Nice days when I was young.
During this time I used to stay out all the day.
I lived in a countryside because my parents were farmers. There used to work in the fields from sunrise to sunset and I had to go with them.
After a time I got used to playing alone, running behind a butterfly or trying to catch a wild rabbit.
But suddenly I learned to fish, someone gave me a rod as a present, with a long line fixed to the top.
It was not an expensive item, it was a simple bamboo rod, cut somewhere in the neighborhood, but it seemed fantastic to me.
I immediately got used to it, fishing in the small river at the bottom of my parents’ fields.
Moreover I soon understood the fish’s thinking and habits.
I discovered where they preferred to live, when in the deep water when in the rush.
I used show my early booties to my parents, I would demonstrate my fishing ability .
Later on I learned to respect fish life and I used to set them free just after I had one in my hands.
Now I don’t go fishing anymore. But I feel sad, I regret the passing of such time. I was young, I was free.
No ropes, no ties, only freedom.
Any time to start, any time to finish. Any place to work in any duty.
I used to be free.
I could follow the stream of a small stream, looking for fish or for mushrooms.
Watching small birds or smelling wild flowers.
Enjoying the shadows under some fresh bushes or laying under the sun on a small cliff.
I used to be young.
Now I am old and still alone.
I’m getting used to it.
Giancarlo