There is no peace in a memory

As a young child I have a memory,
The most purest and happy time for me.
Twirling and turning through grass so freely, surrounded by flowers in sunlight beauty.
It was magical time like a fairytale story,
Innocent mind grew unruly.
I remember this thought cliché clear like day, 
When I meditate and the therapists say;
Think of a happy place in your mind,
A haven, a rest-bite for thoughts to reside.
I listen to beautiful melodic sounds,
Comfort of nature from heaven to ground.
Ten to one the countdown exists,
At one this thought is lost in the mist.