Serendip is an independent site partnering with faculty at multiple colleges and universities around the world. Happy exploring!

You are here

Childhood to Childhood

ladyinwhite's picture

My immediate response to any question about my childhood experience is to shut my eyes. Following this closing, my mind opens to imagine all that I sensed in the spaces where I felt safe enough to experience ‘play’.

 I close to eyes to remember the sights, the smells, tastes, sounds, and textures.

Those spaces where I felt safe were usually within nature, and when there wasn’t any foliage, it was at home. The nomadic nature of my family made it difficult for me to establish a zone in which I acquired the level of comfort built off of time within a singular place. Because of this, most of my experiences were with my sister and/or with fairies. After gathering an assortment of twigs, leaves, and flowers, Allia and I would work for hours during the day to construct houses for the fairies, and hoped that they would emerge to use it once the sun dipped down; sometimes we would leave cake inside to lure them in. I didn’t want to believe that the world survives without fairies, their inanimateness would make my existence far too futile. And so I continued to persist in their presence, even though I knew they would never reveal themselves to me.

Fairies seem now as though they were my religion. I made offerings to them, and had faith in their being, even when I couldn’t see them.

As far as I can tell, we move from childhood to childhood, always learners, always playing—though the manifestation shift.