New memories from from my childhood…

Lately I have had a couple episodes of new memories from my childhood. More like survivor skills.

I remember going a lot outdoors to escape the abuse. I walked to a spot in the hills near the farm. Sometimes I picked flowers and sometimes I just sat and embraced the scenery of the beautiful nature. In the autumn I picked wild berries and enjoyed eating. I enjoyed walking watching the stars in the autumn, winter and spring months. In the summer the stars are gone from the sky here.

I also remember me finding spots to sleep outdoors. Even in the winter time I did do that. Put on a snowsuit and made a bed with walls so the cold wind wouldn’t get to me. I remember waking up freezing and went back into bed.. In the summertime it was easier, I even found spots to sleep in daytime outdoors. Just waking up with lot of bug bites..

I also spent a lot of time in the barn when my parents were there in the evenings. Jumped in the hay, slept there too. Watched the mice run around and the cat catching some of them. I remember catching a mouse in a bucket and saw it run around in circles, lol. I let it loose again. I remember playing with the crane where my father used to bring brown grass to the cattle. One time he shut off the power off it and the lights and I was high in the air.. I got down under it and let go maybe 3-4 meters down to the bottom of the silo. I found the ladder and got out and found my way out in the dark.

About Jane Helen

40 year old and single. Have a 15 yr old son that live in England with his father and family there. Got MS and PTSD.
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