Take your shoes off and have a seat near me. Let the cool morning breeze tell a tale to your skin and promise you a lifetime of joy. Come closer; listen to the birds singing to the sun, making love to her vivid tiers.

Come near; Let me tell you of those days when sleep approached as I sat on the table trying to finish dinner. Those beauteous days are so far away but I can still smell the aromas of food stirring towards the ceiling of that old house we called home. Let me tell you of the times when I sat and looked at my neighbor from the window as he mowed his lawn. Let me entice you with a million childhood secrets from those young and tender days.

Come near; Allow me to introduce you to my life, my childhood. Those bittersweet days are so far away, those chapters are closed and those roads are no longer there, but I still have candid memories of when I walked down Amethyst Street in the Summer with sleepy sidewalks and blooming flowers, freshly cut grass and trees that stood still. I remember the laughter that came from the house across the street with white picket fences and the train track that ran over apple trees.

It's been over two decades and I am still here, still breathing, still smiling. The world may be crueler now but I am strong. The sun doesn't look the same anymore but I still notice her beauty during Summer or Fall. Raindrops don't feel as alluring but I still feel its enchantment. The moon's beam doesn't completely cover my path today but I find ways to capture her embraces whether dusk or dawn.

Come near; find a seat near me. Let me tell you of the times when I had no fears, when I was able to pick bugs from the garden and play house with them. Listen while I speak of the music I loved as a child and the food I ate, the friends I had and the hobbies that kept me busy.

Come with me, stay for a while, dream with me. Let us take a walk down the roads of my childhood. Let's take a stroll down memory lane and revisit those days when I was too young to come out and play with the rest of the world.

I remember it like it was yesterday when I attempted to build a tree house; I never accomplished that needed idea but I can't tell you enough how beautiful those memories are to me.

I still remember the curls on my hair, the color of my skin, my talent, my passion for writing, my painting skills, and my picture taking skills; I do remember when it all started, I do remember when I wrote my first piece of literature at the age of seven.

I remember swimming through the pages of my books with my brother and that's where I found inspiration; That's where I found my gift, within the pages of A Mid-Summers Night Dream.

Let us look beyond the stars and find the things that we cannot see; Let us enrapture the nights' beauty with the palm of our hands and suppress the fears within. And as the days ahead subside, come along with me, on a trip, a walk, a stroll down the subtle roads of my days. Let me show you the moments that molded me, your Photographer, Enchanted Blue.

The songs are beginning to dim, the voices are starting to fade and I should let my keyboard rest for now and dim the screen. I should lay my head down until sleep finds me. Night is starting to settle in.

The world is peaceful on my side of the equator. The galaxy above me seems fascinating; I couldn't think of a more perfect night to share with you some fond memories of my childhood. I shall go now with a promise to return soon, until then, hold with you these memories that I carry with me, every step of the way...