we played king of the hill...(still not sure why the oldest child got to be king)... we played cowboys and Indians... (of course I was always an Indian, and the cowboys won), cops and robbers....we climbed up trees and slid down the branches, we sailed little homemade boats in mom's wash water that poured out into the yard, away from the house. We had a clump of trees that we played house in, and a king tree and a queen tree. Trees that had been sawed off at the top that we climbed and we sat on top of, and we had our own beloved rocket ship....to some it might of been a huge burned out stump but to us it was our own rocket ship....oh the wonderful times and places we visited on that stump...
We had such imaginations...we climbed all over that thing...we must of been so black, that stump was huge...it seemed to have compartments and practically its own rooms.......we even brought Mom out and invited her to crawl all the way though it...and you know she did...she never said how dirty it was..she just admired it...and saw the beauty that we saw.....
Oh, looking at this rocket ship I can see all us little kids crawling in the nooks and traveling the world saving the peace on earth, on our very own rocket!
I will save this little reminder of days gone by...happier day, days when all we had were each other and it was enough......just a bunch of wild big dreams.....
Cheers to Happy !!
That's a wonderful life story, Debbie. I loved reading it, and in turn it sparked some of my own memories playing outside and in our woods. My eyes seem to be a little wet . . . thanks, cousin! <3
ReplyDeleteThat is a lovely story Debbie. What wonderful memories! and you know that critter that you pulled out of your fire kind of looks like it's own king with a flowing robe behind his very scary looking face! ahhh the imagination........Thank you for a great story of yesteryear. A note from your Auntie Janet
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