Nobody warned me I will hate the change.
I've always thought the newer the better. But now I hate everything new. I want my ugly old trees, that their bottom branches have dried up and were breaking back!
Nobody told me the last time I saw those two cherry trees it was the last time. Nobody warned me.
I can't tell you how wrong it felt, to see neatly mowed grass on the perfect ground with no bumps by voles.
Cherry trees that made so many cherries any child could only dream of. Cherry trees which made me unafraid of climbing. Hanging on the benches just because.
And kissing my parents under them, before I could give a true kiss to my childhood love while blossoms were falling on us.
Those cherry trees were older than me... And that proud face of the man who was telling me how long it took him to make that garden pretty.
It was before I knew the silly hill I fell on so many times is being remake into children's playground.
The hill that made me regret each time it was raining and I thought it would be a perfect shortcut.
The hill that made my kite fly high.
The hill that brought me countless moments of laughter when I was sliding down on its snowy surface.
The hill that gave me my first scare, thinking I broke my wrist as I slipped on the ice.
The hill behind which I build my snowman snowgirl called Elizabeth and pretended it was my best friend.
The hill behind which I hide each time I didn't want to go home yet.
The hill from which every sunset looked beautiful.
The hill that stopped my legs from walking as I saw it being ruined with excavators for a new playground...
It already was way more than just a playground.
