Memories from "the field"
When I got older I nearly stop going there though I do remember a few time I went to "the field" with a book to study for the highs school final exams (that how it was the place I read the novel Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky for the first time).
"The field" is gone now. A new neighborhood was built upon it and only a few rocks were left there. But sometimes you can still see brave plants keep popping up, reminding me of my childhood and the changing seasons. My daughter loves these plants and I'm Happy to let her touch and taste them like I used. She also comes home carrying sticks and happily exploring the snails and ladybugs the come to visit. Some things do stay the same through the unbelievable changes around us.
Above is the piece I made lately for the MATS Bootcamp based on my memories from "the field".