Childhood place

I grew up in a place of wonder, a place filled with beauty and freshness. I long for the place I once called home. This place was fit enough for a young girl with dreams, for it gave me imaginations, I could turn it into any place in the world.

This place is in the Free State and Qwaqwa is the name. I love Qwaqwa  up to this day, when I speak of childhood home I beam with fond memories of a peaceful place. She had amazing mountains and small waterfalls. I remember spring time used to be spring time, flowers all so colourful. The place I dream of is the place that we rolled in snow during the cold winter times, yes we played in the snow and teachers would allow us time to roll in the snow.

I’m particularly fond of my primary school, which allowed such a wonderful view and the nature that surrounded it was breath taking. Not far from the school, were the fresh river and the forest that was home to many different small creatures. I remember our picnics on the mountains and the forest. Birthdays that were celebrated there were unforgettable in every sense. Children were given the right to be children and experience nature to its fullest. We might have not appreciated what nature had right in front of us, but now that I know not everything in Qwaqwa is the way it was during my childhood. It breaks my heart, politics, greed and poverty took over the once beautiful place that pride itself with natural beauty.

In my heart Qwaqwa will always remain my jewel, it remains my perfect place of my childhood, the place that created ever lasting memories. I plan on returning to the place of my childhood, but is my heart ready to see the broken promises of this once beautiful place, this place I called paradise.