It’s like those last sighting places of an already nonexistent civilization, like the Aztecs, Incas, or the Mayas???
not my sketch…
Childhood is also in ruins, and, as you visited your childhoods, you’d realized, just how messed up your lives were back then, and yet, you’re, drawing towards it for some unknown reasons, like there’s, that unforeseeable force, pulling you, toward those feel-awful younger years.
Childhood in ruins, there’s nothing you can so, there’s NO time machine you can use, to get you back to your childhoods, to change what’s already happened, and, you’d, had it tough as a kid, feeling that abandonment, and unloved, by your family members, because they were all, not-good-enough parents, grandparents to you. It wasn’t your fault, that your childhood was, in ruins, and there’s nothing you CAN do, and, crying all those rivers of tears? Well, what, would that do? Nothing!
not my photograph…
Childhood in ruins, you watched, as the fire slowly, burned, over the woods of your childhood wonderment, and, as the creatures were, trapped in the trees, their underground burrows, they couldn’t, get out of that raging fire that already started, and, it’s not like you will have the chance, to become all their saviors, just, reaching your hands down, and pull them out of that fire, you’d, gotten, stuck, in that mindset of your childhood years again, and can’t break free now!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 