A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words: "The last trip together"

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The last trip together

 

• Friends...

 

Is it really something that happens to all of us when we get older we look back to live again those moments when we were children and had a lot of fun, it felt that we live forever and our parents will be always there for s. Those sweet moment that I recall again and again and often I find myself smiling and again in better mood.

When I think about my childhood then it always has my three friends Pete, who was tall, handsome boy with golden curly hair and some freckles in summer that usually disappear in winter, all girls loved him not only for his appearance but just for his character. He could easily start up a conversation and also made great jokes. We all were quite jealous about his character and charm.

Martin was complete opposite, he had dark hair and eyes but snow white skin, it seemed no matter how long he is outside on sun, but sun did not colour his noble white skin. It was like even sun preferred not to spoil this natural beauty. He did not have beautiful facial features but he had something that attracted girls, although that always made him even more shy. We always had fun seeing him like that.

Jay was the smallest from all of us and despite of being the same age he was looking like couple of years younger. Jay was one of the loudest and talkative maybe that also made it possible that he became one of us. It was really noticeable when he was not there.

The last of our friend circle was myself, I was middle height, slim and had dark blonde hair. It is difficult to describe myself for you, only what I could add is my favourite thing was to repair some stuff and help my grandparents in summer on their farm.

Actually, me and my friends we met in summer when I was on holiday on my grandparents farm and once we came together while spending time randomly trying to find an interesting thing for us to do. All of us were children of busy parents who were to spend time in fresh air in their grandparents village.

While saying so, I am not complaining. That was the best fate to meet my friends who became friends for life.

 

• Hot Air Balloon...

 

One of summer day on my birthday, my grandfather made me a surprise. I remember that I invited my friends for birthday and after we had fun and had enough food around midday of a hot summer day, my grandfather took us to the field “just to show” something. He always had some surprises for us and that is why I loved this feature of his character. When we arrived to field we already noticed from far distance something colourful and while approaching closer it was definitely that thing that I often asked my grandfather, it was Hot Air Balloon! That was his present for my birthday but of course the best thing for me was to share it with my friends and that was exciting. We had to make it ready for start, we were allowed to do everything ourselves with a bit of guidance and it was a feeling of a great adventure with my friends. The organiser of the trip made this picture of us and how we were busy with preparing. The picture was later on a surprise too, so all of us had one and that is something that was connecting us despite of many years that passed since and the distance that was between us.

 

• Last trip...

 

Since that happy childhood moment we grown up, the more time passed the more busy we were with our jobs, families and just other small things in our life that we thought more important. Understandably, we kept in touch and spoke very often, even managed to come together few times, but that was not like in the past.

Couple of years ago, I received a phone call from Jay who told me that Martin was ill, he is fighting for the last few years with cancer but he never shared that with us. Only now he decided to tell because it was only a month or so left that was what the doctors said. I did not see Martin last 5 years and when we came to visit him we were not able to recognise him. Instead of mysterious handsome man with white skin and black eyes we found our friend to be underweight and weak. The only what was suggesting that our friend is still there that were his eyes and smile.

We had a chat and stayed few hours there. One moment when we asked if there any wish that we could help to come true. Martin said that he wanted to have another ride on Hot Air Balloon with us in our little village.

The next moment was quick preparation, we managed to organise everything relatively soon and next moment we were there, all together Pete, Martin, Jay and myself in a basket of Hot Air Balloon travelling back in the Land of our Childhood. I looked at Martin and for a moment he forgot that he was so unwell, he perked up again and that was the best present not only for him but for all of us too. We had our last trip with our dear friend!...

 

 

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