As a child, I often went on vacation to my grandmother and grandfather in the town of Rudniki. This village is situated in Opole Voivodeship. There was (and still is!) a fruit orchard near their house.
While being a child, my developing imagination told me that in this orchard live different inhabitants. These inhabitants were not those whom other people see. The fruit orchard was the dwelling place for helpful dwarves, good fairies, or neutral unicorns. Moreover, there were living also dangerous goblins and a witch who lived on the far edge of the fruit orchard. In my imagination, my grandmother’s orchard was a battlefield for the abovementioned Forces of good and evil. Of course, good always won in my imagination. Still, I preferred not to meet a goblin who was supposed to live in a titled place. Why do I write about all these things?
The memory of my grandmother’s fruit orchard, a secret garden, once again proves to me that the child’s imagination knows no boundaries.
The role of adult people, even the whole society, is that this young mind does not have to experience unnecessary stress. Childs’s imagination should be fed on valuable content. Did my beloved parents, my wonderful family, passed this exam? Definitely yes. They deserve applause and congratulations for that. I know that all of them (including also my grandmother and grandfather living in Wolomin) did a tremendous job by raising me. Speaking shortly: I want to thank all of them for the effort they did. Thanks to you this little child became a man in the way as I already am.
Titled fruit orchard, I still see in my psyche as a symbol of great, childish imagination.
Every time I went there, I was wondering whether I will meet some creature so that we will have adventure comparable to the ones that Alice had in Wonderland. Indeed, my childhood was an astonishing time. Thanks to my parents and my family, I had the opportunity to focus on the joy that also my childish, developing imagination was giving to me.
