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A Sliver In The Dark

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A Sliver In The Dark

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

I lived in a little row home on the north side of town and I remember listening to distant trains. I wondered where they were going.

I listened to the constant rush of automobiles on a new road that went through town. I wanted to be in them and go places.

I had a duck named George and we would walk around the yard and do duck things.

Georgie

Paper

As a kid, I’d loved having paper. I was too timid to ask my parents for paper so I found it where I could. If I was given a notebook I cherished it.

Regular books had two or three blank sheets of paper. I would tear these out of the book so I could draw.

And then there was the newspaper. As a kid, I loved to look at the newspaper I would spread the newspaper out on the floor and my dog Fred would generally sit on it with me.

Fred was my favorite thing in life. She and I were inseparable, even though she sat on my newspaper.

Imagination

Somehow, I knew it as a kid. I cherished my imagination. I liked to be alone in my room and do whatever. It was just my imagination and me.

And my Thumb

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2 responses to “A Sliver In The Dark”

  1. vermavkv Avatar
    vermavkv

    This is a beautifully tender and nostalgic reflection that captures the small but profound joys of childhood. I love how you weave together the sensory details—the trains, the road, the duck George, and even the newspaper with Fred—creating a vivid, intimate world. Your attachment to paper and imagination speaks to a deeper sense of creativity and self-discovery, and the simple honesty of “It was just my imagination and me” is incredibly moving. A heartfelt and evocative glimpse into the magic of youthful curiosity and connection.

  2. Ehna War Vel Avatar
    Ehna War Vel

    Well loved reading that!

I would love to hear you opinion as well

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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