I hadn’t been home for an extended stay in years and it was so weird to see how much had changed. There was more trash scattered around the sides of the road. Everything from boxers to soda cans and empty McDonalds bags. I thought that people must be high throwing their late night munchies containers outside the car.
My feet took me past a house that used to be all woods. The people had been working on that house for a decade before it was livable. My friends and I used to run in the woods past the restricted area when we were younger. My childhood is gone and so is the location of my past memories. I was a nature rat. My first kiss to my first love was in those woods. Had him pinned up against a tree and then I ran into the restricted zone past the barbed wire where I discovered an old worn down baseball field. Vines covered the chain-linked fence but we climbed them up to the rooftops anyways to watch the snakes and the gofer turtles play.
By the time I got to my turn around point I had nearly ran over manure so many times from the horses that gallop the streets. What if they let loose in the grass instead of on the pavement, would that help the environment at all? The horses do this on a daily basis so maybe just a little.
I wonder what the people that don’t care about the environment did as a child? They didn’t really have video games so how could they not want to conserve their youth? I grow sunflower gardens and love to feel the rain on my skin and breathe in unpolluted air. Do they not have the same simplistic love? Are they bitter with those memories? Is it possibly just the educated or well-off part of the population that cares? What if there was an incentive for people to care more?
As I touched down in my driveway a squirrel ran across my drive. I could see the Mallard Ducks in the pond and my fat cat on patrol in the yard. It may be only an acre of secured tranquility … but I’m happy I have a little piece of paradise that will be eternally mine.
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