I am lying on a hammock at the top of the world.   At almost 12,000 feet above sea level, the great Ecuadorian volcano, Cotopaxi, rises on the horizon just a short distance away.  I close my eyes and my mind wanders back over the years.  I am seven years old again and rocking on the hammock  in my parents’ backyard.  My sister pushes me and I swing faster.  My little brother begs to join us, so I sit up and the three of us hang our feet over the side.  My sister and I push against the ground as we swing together.  I can hear our laughter, feel the breeze on a hot summer’s day.  The weeping willow tree hangs her branches low beside the hammock. Our mother calls to us.

But then it all fades away as I hear the backpackers around me say it’s time for lunch. The spell is broken. They are sharing this paradise with me.  I open my eyes and join the young people who have come here to seek adventure from various countries around the world.  They come from every continent and make me wish I had traveled more when I was young.  But I remind myself, I am here now.

One day I may be swaying in a hammock and look back on this day.  It is too late for my childhood, too late for my youth, but I will never be here again.  So I remind myself to enjoy the moment.  For all moments pass and fade into the past.


Theresa Dodaro is the author of The Tin Box Trilogy (https://www.amazon.com/Tin-Box-Secret-Trilogy/dp/151703809X/ref=pd_sim_14_2?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=NTGC33RNYNV3DKQ8D4CV&dpID=517b1%252BSlIUL&preST=_SY344_BO1,204,203,200_QL70_&dpSrc=detail)

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