My Childhood Memories Of My Home-Personal Narrative

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My mind was drifting away to the timeless nights where I sneaked out of my house. Carefully, I would close the front door as the knocker which was shaped like an eagle watched my every move as I crept through the meandering pathway which was filled with thorn covered vines to keep the nargles away from the fruits which daneled from the towering trees. Following the pebbled path, the stones lead me towards the rusty gates. As I opened the gates, my whole body was welcomed by the serene meadows. Every day I craved the mellow wind which enchantingly nurtured my nostrils with distinctive scents from the far-flung places of the world. Continuing my journey to where my heart echoed, I stumbled warily not to disturb the owl’s wise discussions. Barefoot and carefree, I was sauntering on the restful wet lime sea of greenery. My feet would laugh ever so often as the joyful daisies tickled them. The prodigious oak trees accompanied by eden-green leaves stood in solitary to beckon me with their sprawling calmness. Brisk air was seeping into my lungs, filling me with tranquillity. Shadows were now dwindling away so the fireflies escorted me on my journey as I continued strolling along. Never did the unlightined atmosphere enslave me into submission.

Memories of home indulged my mind.

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Concealed in twilight after all this time I reminded still confined in the dim cell only the susurration of my thoughts were heard. I stood blank without thought like a discoloured balloon drifting away which was gasping to be held in nurturing hands to feel needed once again. Never did I imagine to be enclosed by the darkness. Where the suffocating coldness hunted me as it was stealthily slithering towards me, then swiftly wrapping around my remains strenuously getting ready to bite me with it’s malicious venom. My feet spoke for me as my mouth dried out they were encapsulated by the pricking sensation which bleatingly craved for

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