I was watching TV on one of those rare quiet days at home, literally home alone, when the  sight of a blooming hibiscus on TV, gently dancing in the breeze, transported me back to my childhood.

And this is why;

I grew up in a  not so planned neighbor-hood. No paved streets or well-tended lawn.

Seemed like everyone grabbed a bit of earth and pitched a tent. 

Most times, the day is over even before it begun. But then when summer rolls in, I get a taste of a  little bit of heaven in a lone-ranging hibiscus tree that blooms all summer by my window.

I don't know who planted it or how it got there but it was a gift i cherished.

It added color  to my bit of earth with its pretty shade of pink.

Which is why no matter where I am , or what am doing, when I glimpse that  pretty shade of pink; It takes me back in time to quiet afternoons, bright sunshine, gentle breezes, chirping birds, giggling
children and dancing blooms of hibiscus.

What's your blast from the past?