I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking a lot about my childhood lately. Perhaps it was the question one of the unpleasant and omnipresent Seelie Court Ladies asked back at the formal Samhain Feast, which is a lot like Christmas Dinner With Aunt Trudy (c’mon; we all have one) in that it is both boring enough to stretch the boundaries of time and space and interesting enough that something you do (and by ‘you’, I mean ‘I’) there will be remembered for years to come and be part of the reason why Aunt Trudy eventually cuts you out of her will.
She asked, in all seriousness, ‘Do you feel you missed something by keeping your children in those crystals until they matured?’ I replied that of course I didn’t feel that way, but I think the idea of childhoods, a childhood, is seeping in to my brain. And no: that doesn’t mean I’ll be working on any new gestational projects.
The time I had to walk home alone from drama society is one of the memories that keeps coming up. Both my adoptive parents were lecturers at the University of London, Goldsmiths, and the rule was that each lecturer had to do one evening class per term. They tried to space it out so that there was always at least one parent home in the evenings, but one time something went wrong and Mum’s class got rescheduled for a day that coincided with one of Dad’s classes. That also happened to be drama society night, so I was meant to stay late at school to rehearse for the school play, in which I had a small but important part, obvs. I must have been twelve or thirteen, but it’s funny, isn’t it, how you’re always sort of yourself in dreams, like how you are now and not how you were back then. Or I always am. So there I am, a tall, pointy-eared Sidhe sitting in a rehearsal room with ten other kids, waiting to rehearse my two-line scene. Nobody noticed of course: they would have been seeing the old me. When it came time to walk home, I shook off aid from teachers and offers from some of the other drama society kids to walk me home, and I set off by myself.
I had the overwhelming fear that I was being followed and the natural rational brain reaction that I was just on edge and scared because it was quite a long walk home and it was almost nine o’clock when the rehearsal ended. Mum and Dad would be finishing up their lectures and handling questions; they might be moments or hours, depending on what the students needed.
I just remember that sharp stab of fear I felt, looking back and seeing a long shadow following me, and the shame and anger I felt when I realised I’d actually been afraid of my own shadow. But now, knowing the twists and turns of the Fae mind the way I do, I’m not so sure. Maybe someone — or something was following me that night. I mean, I’m pretty sure no-one was actually following me.
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Thanks are due to William Weaver, for today’s special Visionaire class. I’m experimenting with some of the photo techniques he outlined in the class, so expect to see more darkness and contrast from me in the coming weeks!
Thanks are also due to Ember Adored, for her amazing post in SL Blogger Support, How to Quickly Do Your Credits!
Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. I never make Gwyneth relive scary but probably not life-threatening moments from her adolescence without it!