Soft Green Grass

When I was a little girl I use to like to go on one of our neighbors grass and just lay there. An old lady lived there, I think by herself. It's funny now that I think about it. As an adult my head would tell me not to lay on someone else's property, but in my heart that's what I would want to do. Just to feel it's softness.

As a child I know that thought didn't even cross my mind. I just laid in it without a second thought. I remember that moment because of how content I was. They had the best lawn on the block, it was very green, perfectly groomed, and it just smelled like pure natural grass.

After a few moments the old lady came out and stood by her door shouting that I can't be on her grass.

I know this is silly, and maybe to some pointless, but this memory came up for a reason. I even had a dream last night about tall, light green, flowy grass, similar to the picture above. And I was in it and it felt so beautiful, I didn't want to leave.