This is an extra challenge for the RedFish Ralliers from The Terminal Discord.
Source: Photo taken from the files of @thekittygirl - photos-cc-kitty from Discord.
In 1968, I was 7 years old and lived with my parents and 3 older brothers in a neighborhood in my city where the road was sandy.
Almost all the houses were made of wood, called ¨rancho¨, the ranch was a small house with a room or two and its kitchen, with its wooden walls and zing roof.
It had a lot of land and many plants, Children and adults talked a lot about that house since a child had died there. We all passed and looked through the gates of the fence.
Source: https://pixabay.com/es/photos/lugar-perdido-casas-abandonado-2152755/
One day my mom told me to bring something to the lady of that house and I was more than anything curious, I wanted to know what was behind that fence of woods and I wanted to see what was in the house.
So I did not hesitate to go. I called and the lady was slow to arrive at the gate and invited me to enter, so nothing that was said about that house seemed true to me.
When I got inside, my fears and truths returned to my head when I saw a baby carriage with its coat all extended that closed the carriage and was black.
Source: https://pixabay.com/es/photos/carro-beb%C3%A9-coche-paseo-1140353/
That caused me a trauma with the black color which I associate with sadness, gloomy, ugly, bad and all the feelings of depression.
This story was very real, from my personal life. from my childhood, which left a mark on me. This was what the @theterminal challenge photo and #thekittygirlphotochallenge reminded me of.
