Pegasus

Today I remembered a time which has end nearly exactly one year ago.
It's the reason why there is Pegasus in my description.

You know, when I've been in the sixth class a boy from my neighboring class invented me to a group in the library. A woman around sixty managed this group, we met every week, all in my age. And every time she had got little exercises, language things like playing around with words, getting a feeling for writing. It hasn't been a writing course in the classical way, it was more like using our imagination, our fantasy.

I loved it so much. It has been as if there were the only ones who know the "real" me.

It was called "Pegasus-Club".
That's why Pegasus gives me my inspirations, not any muses.

She gave me so much. (Because of her I write "Phantasie" and not "Fantasie" (you know, both cases of writing "fantasy" in German are right).)
But then she rentired. The end of our Thursday (respectively Tuesday) meetings.

She wrote a book about her fantasy and writing work with children which were younger than us. She always has been very excited about that.

Today there was the book launch. And while the audience including me sat there, listening to her talk and read out books extracts, I remembered a lot of things. So much.

The cruelty to pick oneself up to leave.
My first regular speeds with the train.
The long way from the station to the library.

Arriving, seeing already someone in the room or not.
The room.
The glaring fluorescent tubes.
The desks.

The sweets.
The paper.
The pencils. (Every meeting I said that I love this special pencil and after our last meeting she gave all of them to me ... They still have a special place in my room.)

I want to have that time back.

I want to write like this again.