GaijinRanger wrote:
adifferentname wrote:
One of my earliest memories is getting 'lost' in a shopping centre (think mall if you're american), because I'd become transfixed with something in a shop's window display. I still do this from time to time, especially when I'm sleep-deprived.
Well, more sleep-deprived that usual.
I'd go to the mall just for such an occasion when I was feeling bored and living in the more urban areas. It was always fun to people-watch, too.
I have a favourite spot in town, overlooking the river, where I can sit without too much attention in the summer. I take a book, my mp3 player and something to eat, and watch the people walking by below me. It's such a great escape venue when life is too much.
Aimless wrote:
I think it's kind of a mental stimming and not a bad thing. When I pour cream into a glass mug of coffee I like to watch the swirls. There are so many small bits of beauty that people overlook, I consider myself lucky I can be swept away by these things. I could just listen to the breeze in the trees forever.
Although I can be transfixed by visual patterns, I'm much more likely to get lost in the sound of a place.
When I was around 6 I used to have a thing about climbing trees. There was one quite near my grandparents' house that I could get right into the uppermost branches of. I would sit there listening to the wind whispering in the trees, the birds singing and the far off sounds that floated up on the wind.
Have you ever watched the ocean by moonlight, listening to the waves breaking on the shore?
liveandletdie wrote:
adifferentname wrote:
One of my earliest memories is getting 'lost' in a shopping centre (think mall if you're american), because I'd become transfixed with something in a shop's window display. I still do this from time to time, especially when I'm sleep-deprived.
Well, more sleep-deprived that usual.
I got lost in the mall as well, and when my family had gone away and a realized it I went to the car because I figured if they leave they will have to come to the car. So then they searched the mall for me, called over the intercom probably, and then when they had lost all hope and came to the car there I was. oO
My mother learned to keep a very close eye on my when I was very young. I was also told stories of 'the bad man' who would come and take me away if I strayed. It made me curious to see what he looked like. I'd never met a bad man before.