Another day, another dozen old buildings. A lot of them were called “castles”, some “towers” and then there were the ancient manor houses, though anything newer than 15th century was right out. This struck me as strange since most of the restoration jobs made these places about as authentic as Disneyland.
OK, I’ll admit, my sense of romance had worn a little thin after the first dozen. As I entered, my first thought went to lack of indoor plumbing and how cold and damp they must have been. Brrr.
And let’s face it, it wasn’t just the castles. I had lost the romance over pretty much everything in life.
Life. It had become a bore and a challenge.
No. Romance was something for children.
Well, at times I guess it could be stirred a bit.
This last place at least looked a little more like what my old fantasies about castles were about than some we had visited.
I’ll admit that my spirits were a little higher. Not sure why. The bright sun? The
And then I found the door.
I was exploring the wall around the keep and went off into a hidden corner. Nothing really to see there, but I was still a little miffed about the kids teasing me over some of things that I missed that were in dark, hidden corners of some of the other places we had visited. I did not want to be caught having missed anything!
I was heading back to the main group and stopped. Did I really see it? I turned back and there it was, plain as day, a door in the wall about three foot high. How had I not immediately seen it earlier?
What was it for? It was obvious that this little door was part of the original structure, not the patch-job restoration.
Suddenly I was a 12-year-old boy once again, playing in the woods behind my house. Of course there were no ancient castles there, but there were plenty in my imagination.
And in my imagination I found an old wall deep in the forests of Michigan. Yeah, just outside of Detroit, where everyone would expect to find an ancient castle, right?
In a hidden corner of my imaginary castle wall there was a small, hobbit size door. I had found a key and opened the door and entered a different world.
And I had met her. Even at the tender age of 12, I had instantly fallen in love with my dream princess.
But that little day dream had grown dark, hadn’t it?
Through most of my childhood I had searched for my imaginary door, knowing it had to be there. I mean, it was always there in the books, wasn’t it?
But I wasn’t living in a book, and never really found it.
By the time I left for college I had pretty much forgotten it.
When the woods were bulldozed while I was at school, I didn’t even feel anything more than a bit of nostalgia that part of my childhood was gone forever.
I looked down at the real door that I had found in the ancient castle.
This was bright daylight and thousands of miles from Detroit.
Without thinking I reached into my pocket and pulled out the large key.
How did that get there?
I shrugged and put it into the door.
It was a tight fit, but I was able to squeeze through!
I stood and looked around. It was exactly as I had imagined back when I was 12!
She was even more beautiful than I remembered.
This was written for the writephoto challenge. KL Caley is now the host of this challenge and provided the photo at the top as well as the key word, Door.