Linda G. Hill

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SoCS – Going Home

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I used to go there as a kid. My friends and I spent hours there, or sometimes I’d just go alone and sit. The locks were unused even back then – the place was run down and at the end of a dusty old road that went no where, it was rare to see people there.  That was my experience of Newmarket, Ontario, Canada in the seventies. It was where I spent most of my time.

The picture was taken two and a half years ago. I went back, on my own just to see how much had changed.

They’ve turned it into a public trail now. “Beautified” it–in my estimation it was beautiful when it was solitary. There were so many people walking across the bridge on the day I was there, but few came down to my spot under the tree where I would sit and contemplate life and make up stories as a kid.

Photo0034I could barely hear them over the sound of the rushing water, so I felt at peace still. I remember sitting on the big final step with my legs dangling over, wondering how cold the water was. There were rumours that people had drowned in the current – I doubt it’s very deep, but you never know. In years gone by there was water running down the other side too… the level was much higher back then.

Now the fence prevents anyone from exploring like I used to. There was no fence back then. Just the drop.

That day two years ago I remember not wanting to leave. I must have sat on that concrete slab for two hours or more. I kept saying to myself, “I don’t want to go.”

It’s a bitter-sweet feeling, revisiting a place that means so much – that so much of the past can be remembered by. The sharp scent of iron in the water, the constant, unending shush of the waterfall, the birds chirping in the trees, the heat of the summer rising humidly from the ground.

It didn’t matter that I didn’t want to leave that spot; I knew I had to get up and go eventually.

You know the feeling.

 

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This post is part of SoCS – join in the fun today!!  https://lindaghill.com/2015/03/06/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-715/

 

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44 thoughts on “SoCS – Going Home

  1. I love places like this, but sadly, most have changed as much as your little spot did. Great post, Linda!

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  3. You had a wonderful experience Linda. I do understand that you did not feel the need of leaving again. Memories return and I suppose you found your inner peace there too. Great post 😀

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  4. You wrote this so well; you perfectly captured the mixed feelings that come up when we return to significant places from our past. Thank you for sharing this experience as well as the great photos, too.

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  5. Beautiful post Linda. I know that feeling, it’s like charging your battery from your childhood memories.

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  6. I wish I’d had a place like that when I was a kid!

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  7. Your post reminded me of when I was young. I used to sit on the roof of our house and watch the sunset. I remember not wanting to leave as the colour washed out of the sky and the insects flew lower below the tree line preparing for their nightly feast and my mum’s incessant calls for me to climb down had stopped; the peace and tranquility of the first stars appearing held me up there for hours. That feeling of saying, ‘I don’t want to leave’ held me there, trapped in the most peaceful moment. I miss having a special place where no-one could reach me. Thanks for the memories. 😊

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  8. Excellent writing Linda. i knwo the feeling that you decribed so well.

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  9. Glad you were able to go back and still find the peace at your special spot.

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  10. I do know the feeling. It seems in this like finding a lasting place to remain is impossible. Nice post.

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  11. Yes Linda I know the feeling and its hard to bring yourself to stand up and leave. But the memory and feelings generated remain and no one can take that away.

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  12. Beautiful. Looks alot like Fenelon Falls, where the Hubby grew up. He too loved to by the water’s edge. 🙂

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  13. I have memories like that, cherished ones. We are lucky because our memories include feelings, smells and touch. This is a wonderful memory!

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  14. It is really hard to let go of the past sometimes, especially when we have such good memories. It is weird though going back somewhere to find that it has changed slightly. Just a reminder I suppose that we can never quite re-create those good old times exactly as they once were.

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  15. Sometimes, a kid just has to be alone.

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  16. This is indeed a bitter sweet post. I felt those feelings too on Thursday. I went to London with a friend , we had a great day, but as we past the end of the road my family had lived in for over 65 yrs I felt a strange pull. My brother sold the old house and moved out a few years back but the sight of the road and the park as we drove by made me strangely sad!

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  17. Ah, those childhood secret places! Lovely writing, Linda…I was right there with you.

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  18. Looks like a beautiful spot for a childhood memory.

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