[ This was written while I was visiting Bridgeport, CA where I used to camp with my family as a child. The last time I’d gone there I was maybe seven or eight. Returning was definitely a memorable experience and I loved every minute of it! ]

July 2, 2014

Of all the sights and buildings and sounds that easily bring back memories from my youth it’s the smells of the rich pines in the moist chilly air that sets me in that place in time. As the car leaves the areas my summers took place my heart and senses yearn for the fading traces of Before as the Present takes the reigns yet again.

As much as I wanted to revisit the locations and little spots I enjoyed and camped with my family tears were instantly in my eyes just walking among the Bridgeport quiet town houses and evolved structures. Along with lingering happiness I was hit with the realization that how I felt in the Before would never resurface without my mourning sorrow.

My family is broken into two parts and fractured; moved on. I’m left with the memories and the sights that change little by little. I plan to revisit with the intention to walk through my childhood steps with a heart heavy and knotted.