This Used To Be My Playground

GravatarBy Lora

There are many vivid imprints in my mind from days long gone. These beautiful memories live within me and define my childhood. As I go through my day, fulfilling one obligation after another, running from one commitment to the next, sometimes I wish I could just for a moment close my eyes, travel back in time and instantly be there again – the red slide that spiraled for days, the raised stage that I had to jump really high to see past, the zoo only minutes from my home, the convenience store that catered to my sweet tooth, the sprinkler I skinned my knee on, and on it goes.

Years ago, I had a chance to go back to visit my homeland, a place I left 26 years ago but still consider a home of sorts. Nothing prepares you for the feeling you get when you embark on your journey to the past – the nostalgia, the longing, the reminiscent this used to be my playground.

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Reflections of a Favourite Childhood Movie

gooniesThe Goonies:  Join the Adventure
Written by L.C.

Experiencing the 1980s as an elementary-age child, I was not alone in wanting to be a Goonie.  Many of us did.  The first time I saw the film, I was 9 and a friend had just got the movie on VHS which was cool then.  It was a rainy day and – because there just wasn’t anything else to do – we watched.  And I was mesmerized.

The Goonies is a thrill and a half.  A group of children find a forgotten map and some clues, and set out on a treasure hunt in hopes of finding riches – the means to save their small seaside neighbourhood – from land developers.

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