One Childhood Memory I Would Go Back and Relive
Better late than never, right? 😁
- •When I was six years old, my family moved from Jackson, Mississippi to the tiny village of Sherborne in the Cotswolds of England for four months.
- •Imagine a village of less than 100 people, surrounded by meadows spotted with cream-colored lambs and patches of mushrooms. Ancient gravel roads take you from one small, moss-covered stone building to the next. A few Roman walls crumble into piles of wildflowers.
- •A nice man in Jackson named Mr. Irby owned the Manor house and had turned it into beautiful flats that he rented out. He heard my dad speak and offered us a flat for the summer.The Manor House, where we lived.
- •The Manor House property was stunning. We were living in a straight-up palace. There was an indoor swimming pool, a glass conservatory with a koi pond, tennis courts, a labyrinth, and about twenty large gardens that meandered around the property, separated by stone walls you could pass through only if you knew where to find the doorway.The Manor House property from above
- •I was a six-year-old kid from typical middle class suburbia now literally living like a princess. And yet, I do feel like, even at that age, I appreciated how special it was. Maybe because it was like living in a storybook.The conservatory and koi pond, NBD.
- •The town was so small, you could walk the whole thing in about forty-five minutes. My mom made a blunder when she went to the town grocery and bought enough food for our family for a week—she realized people shopped there everyday and she had bought the entire town's stock of food. She slowly put everything back other than what we needed that nightThe grocery store.
- •I have so many favorite memories from this time in my life. It was the last family vacation we would take for twenty years as my parents' marriage started to fall apart, so it's more than just the exquisite location that's nostalgic to me. It was the last time we felt like a family, before we all grew up.
- •Mr. Irby was a very kind man who became a grandfather figure to me. When he found out I didn't know how to ride a bike yet, he taught me how to sit on the handlebars of his bike as he rode it all around the property. At first, I was scared but I gripped the handlebars and enjoyed the wind on my face and speeding up and down the hilly roads.We stopped halfway through and got ice cream and he told me his favorite jokes.
- •At the end of the day, I felt like a bigger kid. It was a special afternoon.