Sunday, November 13, 2005
The Story of Peter
The Story of Peter (1)
THE STORY OF PETER
A New and Continuing Series Written by Me
Chapter One
The train station was huge. There was an immense ceiling in the station and all the sounds of the people waiting to go to exciting destinations reverbated off the high ornate ceilings. Noise was everywhere. The noise was of people. Happy people. Excited people. People laughing and giggling. For mostly the people in the station were adults waiting for excitement. Waiting to leave or for others to arrive. The walls of the station were beautiful.This particular train station was located in the downtown portion of the city. It was built in the late 1800's when architecture was of some significance to humankind. The station rose towards the heavens like a church reaching to the Gods amidst the skyscrapers. The walls were completed with multiple coloured stained glass windows. The sun shone in excitedly everywhere. The many doors to the station were made of cast iron as if to keep out intruders with battering rams. Many people wanted in. In short, the boy named Peter loved this station. Ornate he had heard it called. He considered it to be one of the most beautiful structures in the city. Perhaps in the world. Definately in his world, limited as it was. It was a toursit attraction all by itself and people came from all over the world simply to visit this train station which he could now not bear to be in. He, at 12 years of age, could not see the beauty around him. All he could feel was the sorrow.
The sorrow of being amongst other homesick children being sent off to a school many miles away from their homes. He felt like he was being punished for some unknown crime. He had come to hate this place. Peter came from a small family. He was an only child and had never been away anywhere. He went to elementary school close to home and was even able to walk home for lunch. His mother was always there for him.
He was never taught to be independant. On weekends in the summer they spent happy times at the exclusive and trendy Yacht Club by the river on the edge of town where his parents would sit by the pool and drink gin and tonics while Peter would yearn to grow up sohe could rent a sailboat and float away.
He longed for his own gin and tonic and as well and, more importantly, his own freedom from the abuse of being smothered by parents who cared too much and taught him nothing.
He felt his lot in life was to have no value except as a toy to be
shown off in public by parents who professed to adore him
but really just wanted others to keep him occupied so they
didn't have to.
Peter was a product of parents who tried hard to have a child
but when they finally were successful didn't know exactly
what to do with what they had created.
Peter was a sad and lonely boy.To be continued..........
John
THE STORY OF PETER
A New and Continuing Series Written by Me
Chapter One
The train station was huge. There was an immense ceiling in the station and all the sounds of the people waiting to go to exciting destinations reverbated off the high ornate ceilings. Noise was everywhere. The noise was of people. Happy people. Excited people. People laughing and giggling. For mostly the people in the station were adults waiting for excitement. Waiting to leave or for others to arrive. The walls of the station were beautiful.This particular train station was located in the downtown portion of the city. It was built in the late 1800's when architecture was of some significance to humankind. The station rose towards the heavens like a church reaching to the Gods amidst the skyscrapers. The walls were completed with multiple coloured stained glass windows. The sun shone in excitedly everywhere. The many doors to the station were made of cast iron as if to keep out intruders with battering rams. Many people wanted in. In short, the boy named Peter loved this station. Ornate he had heard it called. He considered it to be one of the most beautiful structures in the city. Perhaps in the world. Definately in his world, limited as it was. It was a toursit attraction all by itself and people came from all over the world simply to visit this train station which he could now not bear to be in. He, at 12 years of age, could not see the beauty around him. All he could feel was the sorrow.
The sorrow of being amongst other homesick children being sent off to a school many miles away from their homes. He felt like he was being punished for some unknown crime. He had come to hate this place. Peter came from a small family. He was an only child and had never been away anywhere. He went to elementary school close to home and was even able to walk home for lunch. His mother was always there for him.
He was never taught to be independant. On weekends in the summer they spent happy times at the exclusive and trendy Yacht Club by the river on the edge of town where his parents would sit by the pool and drink gin and tonics while Peter would yearn to grow up sohe could rent a sailboat and float away.
He longed for his own gin and tonic and as well and, more importantly, his own freedom from the abuse of being smothered by parents who cared too much and taught him nothing.
He felt his lot in life was to have no value except as a toy to be
shown off in public by parents who professed to adore him
but really just wanted others to keep him occupied so they
didn't have to.
Peter was a product of parents who tried hard to have a child
but when they finally were successful didn't know exactly
what to do with what they had created.
Peter was a sad and lonely boy.To be continued..........
John
# posted by John @ 2:25 AM 
