A normal day i thought.

The same routine Dogs barking first thing in the morning and me and Andrew go off into the forest to play. We make our way back for dinner and can hear strange voices, well i say strange but in fact they are English voices , you don’t hear many around these parts, not many people come off the beaten track to the middle of the forestry. But i recognise them, Its my mum, step dad brother sister and step brother. I must be going home i think. I don’t know how i feel about this, have i missed my mum, the answer has to be no, but i have missed my brother and sister. So we appear from the forest and the children all run up as kids do, my mum is there talking to my dads wife and my dad to his old best mate my step father. Mum says hello and asks if i am enjoying myself and i answer yes and she gives me a hug. My step dad picks me up and squeezes me , he was always nice to me so i don’t mind. I am told by my dad that i am going out for the day with my mum , so off we all get into their car and away we go. Out of Corris and up the main road past the old slate mine and up into the mountains. This is the furthest i have been in the daylight since i arrived here, up and up and then what seems to me then to be the steepest road you have ever seen. The road is in-between two mountains with a massive lake at the bottom, its amazing. over the top and we make the way down to a town called Dolgellau, a small town with tall grey houses in the shadow of a mountain called Cader Idris. We make our way thru the narrow streets and stop outside a house. Out we get , mum knocks the door and a white haired old lady answers, a great grandma and my great granddad and my mothers mum. Well again i don’t know these people but strange thing is the others do, but no surprise there. All i can really remember is playing in the garden and a photo being taken as i was busy with my bothers and sister. Before i know it we are back in the car and heading back the way we came, back into Corris, are we going to stop or go straight back to Kent. No we turn off and thru the village towards the forestry. Back at the caravan a cup of tea is had by the adults and then i,m beckoned and everyone hugs and kisses me and says goodbye. what’s going on, why are they going without me, too many questions for my young fucked up brain to handle. So i guess i,ll go back to Chris world once again and shut it all off, don’t get upset then do i. When i was older i would come to accept that i was picked up just for the sake of appearances, so my mother would not be embarrassed infront of her own family and have to explain that their great grandchild was in fact living about 15 minutes away from them without their knowledge and the reasons why. Pity she didn’t think about how a 8 year old boy would feel after they had up and left or wonder what mental scars it would leave on him. But thanks for the visit
corris visit