Parallel divisions

In childhood the space accessible for me was strongly limited and divided in certain zones. What I notice now is that these limits were all parallel: the first one was a street which divided my 'high' estate from the 'low' one accros it. Different blocks, different people. Only friendship between children could connect these two worlds. It wasn't often.
The second one - my street which devided the estate in two parts (even and odd). I live the odd one. The even one always seemed to me a little bit mysterious, shady, much more wild than my well known, regular surroundings.
Crossing these streets was a beginning of an adventure, it was a transgression. For me there was starting a real voyage to a different world governed by different rules. Some kind of Narnia Kingdom or something.
The third limit was a ditch behind the blocks of the even part of my estate which devided them from the fields. It was the real limit and the end of my world. On the other side there was nothing or maybe everything.  The end and the beginning.
One time, I remember, my brother turned back home totaly soaked. The question was: "What happened to you?" ... and he said: "The ditch pounced on me".
You see, it was better not to play with these parallel divisions.

Agata Chrzanowska, Familiar surroundings, 2009