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Home sweet home
I’m home....my worst nightmare was over. The last five
days I have spent in a dark, cold «mine». I did never thought I
got home, but I did and here is the story....
It was Sunday morning. The autumn had coloured the
nature with all kinds of coloures. It was beautiful. Mum and I
decided to go for a walk. We went up to the hills and headed
for the mountains. It was beautiful. Once again I sat down and
thought about life. God must have a colourfull fantasy if he
really created this, I thought to myself. After a few hours of
walking my mother was getting on my nerves.
-I got to go pee. I’ll be right back, I said. I had to get
some rest from my mother, so I sat down. Later I had to go
back to her so she wouldn’t worry. From here I don’t
remember that much, besides that I was falling into a big hole.
I’ve still got bruces from the landing. It was dark and cold. I
was screaming for my mother, but there was no use. I took out
a lighter from my bag. I lightened it, and I could not see
anything but walls. Where were I, in a cave, or a kind of
cellar? I was left alone, and it was getting dark. I thought
about my mother, what would she think? I fooled around in
my bag, and I found some of my mother’s cigaretts.
I knew it was bad for me but I took one anyway. It was getting
cold, and I was hungry too. I looked in the bag again and I
grabbed some biscuits to eat, and a coat to wear. I thought to
myself; what if they don’t find me, how do I get out, and do
they even care looking for me? I was frightened to death. I
didn’t know if there was day or night, but I got up and looked
around. I found a lantern, and lightened it up. I didn’t believe
my own eyes...It was some kind of a mine. I jumped into a
wagon, and rolled slowly longer into the mine. After fooling
around in the mine for a long time I gleamed light ahead of
me. I was free, well I thought so, but I was wrong. As far as I
could see, I saw mountains, nothing but mountains. I didn’t
know what to do. I sat down and cried, I cried for a long time.
I didn’t know how much I would miss my family and friends
until then. I missed my bed to. I had not slept for two days, so
I lied down and fell asleep. I slept for a long time.....
....and when I woke up, I was home. I didn’t understand how
or when I got home, but that didn’t make any differents,
because all that mattered was that I was home......
Jon Anders Midthun