Where Am I?

 

Where Am I?
 
      The family of a 5 year old boy takes a trip to an amusement park featuring an old fashioned train ride. The park is located near their house in Northern California. As the family of 5 which includes 2 older sisters wait in line to ride the train, something captures the boy’s attention. No one notices as he wanders away from his family and toward a colorfully decorated vending stand selling cotton candy. The boy then notices something shinny in the woods behind the stand and begins toward it. The woods then open up slightly to a rugged narrow trail. The boy then looks back to see where he came from, but finds out he is surrounded in thick forest as the sun begins to rapidly descend the sky. Strange yet melodic sounds reverberate in the now darkened forest. He notices a small sign on the so called path leading to a wider trail with the words “Here is There” hand painted on it. The path gradually declines, and then without warning abruptly drops. The boy slides on a thick pile of fallen leaves for a distance of about 30 feet. He lands softly in a clearing where massive trees are amply spread out from each other exposing an open sky. The boy looks straight up to witness a great many golden stars made of fire dancing rhythmically to the crescendo of the strange melodic sounds coming from no where in particular. A comforting familiarity which crosses over to an acute fear overwhelms the boy. He feels a presence before he sees the source of his fear. The whine of a small engine replaces the melodic resonance. He sees a small tank about 3 feet high appear out of a fog right in front of him. The boy stood face to machine in a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The tank flashes a small yet bright white light in what seems like a sequential code. The tank then rotates 180 degrees and returns back into the fog at the same rate in which it came. This was the shinny thing the boy saw initially while in the amusement park. The boy retreats to a fallen tree at the edge of the clearing to sit down. He closes his eyes and enters into a realm of imagination in which he is all grown up revisiting this very same place.
 In a trance like state, he sees thru the eyes of this familiar stranger his own small frame sitting on the log with eyes closed forcefully tight. The boy quickly jumped up and opened wide is eyes to behold what he perceives to be his grown up self. The melodic sounds returned and the fiery dancing celestial bodies once again appeared overhead. The encounter was of equal astonishment to both of them. Then suddenly the physical form of both the boy and his adult counterpart began to quickly become transparent until both just utterly vanished. Where am I? Now the forest was turning ever so brighter by the moment to the point of a complete white out. The boy continued to hear the music as the brilliant rays of the sun reached his eyelids. He quickly blinked into the light as he slowly came to the realization that he was slumped on a bench on a moving train with his family surrounding him.   
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About Dionys

I am perpetually seeking the aesthetics found in the realm of diverse creative arts. I am often dedicated to producing creative projects also. I balance my intellectual pursuits with various action sports. I consider physical fitness important along with adequate nutrition. I am an avid traveler and an explorer of wild places. I am Biblically Literate therefore a Believer in Jesus.
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One Response to Where Am I?

  1. Robbie says:

    This is really good. It created a mental picture and story in my mind. It sounds like it would be a great scene for a movie.

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