It was a very pleasant but exhausting day. I was walking home, as usual, from school. Today I was walking alone feeling a little sad that I had not been allowed by my father to go to the park with my friends.
Feeling rebellious, I decided to walk home a different way. To ignore my father’s advice of sticking to the main roads where there were plenty of people. I wanted to be away from people and their busy walks and jabbering talks.
A left here, a right there and I found myself in front of a weather beaten, sun bleached oval wooden sign. The words ‘Garden of Life’ had been chiselled deep into it. It was just a foot over my head and on either side of the sign were two open gates.
In the middle there was a rough, well-worn path, it was bordered with lush green grass and small round-shaped bushes. It continued under a canopy of trees and the suns golden rays filtered through the branches of the trees lighting it up making it look shiny and new.
Curious, I skipped along the path. I could see brightness ahead. After a short while I found myself walking on grass and the trees fell away to reveal a large open space.
I was surrounded by hundreds of flowers. Some I recognized violets, roses, daffodils, gerberas, others I had never seen before. All with their own unique shapes and sizes. They looked as if they had just been watered; water dribbled from their shining green leaves.
The petals of the flowers were rich with colour, deep purples, bright oranges, soft peach and sparkling lime were just some. It was as if someone had dipped a paintbrush in a rainbow and coloured the petals of the flowers with the multitude of colours found in it. I knelt forward and touched them, their petals were soft but their leaves were sharp. Each flower gave off its own perfumed scent. I began to feel light headed.
On the fresh green grass, I saw a hedgehog for the first time in my life. I had only seen pictures of them before. It was the size of a tennis ball...