A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


74. When you wish upon a stone

21st September 2015

Let’s get something straight, yes, at the bottom of my garden there isn’t a river or a hug tree or something luxurious thing like that. But I can tell you something; there is a river of stones and a hill of dirt. When I was little this little river, or more like a really small wall, of stones was important to me. This was because I would secretly pick these little stones up (they were the special kind of pebbles, all shiny and expensive looking) and pretend that they were tools of magic.

I thought that they had loads of different properties;

The shiny white ones were the Wishing Stones – the stones which would grant you a wish if you turned them over thrice in your hand. The coal black ones were Negative Absorbers – these would absorb all of your negative feelings and energies if you held it, they would break once they were full and the negative stuff would be gone for once and for all. They broke really easily. The little brown/ topaz ones were Hope Stones – stones which would amplify your hope for something. The humongous egg like ones of every colour were Treasures – these would be easily traded in for more treats, an extra hour to stay up before bed, and information and secrets. I liked these ones the best. (I was a very good child who liked the tricks of risk and reward, and prophet.)

Although I don’t believe that mere stones could carry such impossible things now, I did back then. Back then, I was a young child who believed pretty much everything and therefore I would give these stones to my loved ones. My Grandma and Grandad got the most of the stones and I think my parents went out and got more just to top up the stone river in the garden.

I appreciate that my Grandma still has a small selection of these stones.

I remember saying to myself when I was holding one of those stones that one day I would try coffee (or in my eyes the second favourite drink for adults). And yesterday I actually got to fulfill that wish; I went and saw a movie and before it started I went into Costa and got a mocha latte. You might be thinking by now – drinking coffee that was the one big wish? Yes, yes it was and after ten or more years I have finally gotten to try it. It was good but I think it’ll take me a while to get used to the taste. I will always prefer my tea though.

…When you wish upon a stone…



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