by Offended Cockatiel » Wed Dec 18, 2013 1:27 pm
username;; Aysan1
ceiral name;; Stanza
gender;; Male
memory;;
Stanza's family was never one for doing holiday related things. Maybe he mite have eaten a sweet or two one year or another, or maybe played with a stocking light sometime. But the most prominent thing to ever happen to him on the holidays was just playing out in the snow. His parents didn't believe in giving presents, they said it brought unsightly thoughts into a child's head, but Christmas was the one exception. When they gave him a present most kids wouldn't really call a present, but what would they know anyways? You see, his parents were the type to never let their child leave the house. "It's dirty, it's unmannerly, It's just crazy and has nothing to be gained." This was their description of the whole world. Outside of their home.
On Christmas days this was forgotten. When he was generally young yet old enough to explore his parents released him into the "big bad world", just for a few hours and it became his very favorite memory. His first time really exploring and actually seeing the world, away from their rustic path of forest, even if the world he saw had only been a small part of his families forest. He ran around in the snow for hours, nibbled on things he really shouldn't have and came back late in the night, later than he should have, all covered in dirt and melted snow, wet and dripping and bright eyed. He still has memories of that day. Even though every year his parents somehow bend to him going out to explore on Christmas day, the one day he always remembers is his first outside adventure.