A Few Words

About –Picnic Memories

I remember as a child my parents would take us out on the weekend – it could be a Saturday or a Sunday afternoon, depending upon my parents’ schedule and it would be so much fun. We would perhaps go with family friends who also had kids my age or at times just make it a family affair. Some memories live strong, even though decades have passed.

We used to pack our car with badminton racquets, Frisbees, tennis balls, a football and some other games I probably don’t remember, but I remember the big sheet we used to spread on the park grounds, with the sun shining down softly on our faces. All the children would scream and run around catching ball or kicking it about, falling over laughing, trying to beat the other team, while the adults would sometimes have their own games of ball or badminton or just chat like how adults seem to do at gatherings.

bigstock-happy-family-have-a-picnic-out-10241-e1450142453447My mum used to pack oodles of food, yummy and mouthwatering. Somehow it felt like the simplest of things tasted better out in the open, under clear blue skies and with the appetite that only hungry children who have been running themselves ragged seem to have. It didn’t matter if it was summer or winter, although I think we appreciated the faint sun’s rays in the winter as we tried to get warm. Summer would get too hot so we would avoid going in the peak of summer, but those picnic days seemed like the best.

As I grew older, I carried on the tradition and took my loved ones to various places where we could be one with nature. To the forest, or to the parks, to the beaches or to a yellow corn fields – every place was an adventure of sorts, feeding our hungry eyes with sights that were burnt into our memories, and food that whetted our appetites. As I left my childhood behind, of all the memories I carried with me and held dear, I think it was those moments of family togetherness in the park, where all of us came together and forgot about work, worries and assignments and just enjoyed ourselves and had genuine fun.

Time does fly, and I don’t see as many people picnicking as I remember from my childhood, but that could be because I made things seem nicer in my head. On some sunny days I see throngs of university students and more people head to the beaches, but for me, that’s no picnic. There should be space – abundant space to run around and be giddy with happiness. A picnic should be a place of fun where you can choose to be as silly as you like and forget that you’re a grownup.

I don’t have many pictures of picnics, but I made sure that I took a fair amount of my family as I saw my children grow up through the years. The memories of my picnics as a child still stay strong in my head, better than any camera could take – and it proves to me that some things are infinitely precious – time with family.