The summers of my childhood

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I guess with the summer coming to end, I’m remembering the summers of my childhood years.

My childhood summers were spent…

Smashing open stones just to see if there was something pretty inside, only being allowed to play baseball with my brothers when they said, ‘intermission’, skinning my knees and hands and having no idea how it happened, making mud pies, watching bugs, riding bikes, kick and go’s and skateboards, playing in the cornfields, stringy hair and dirty feet, climbing trees and dreaming it was a tree-house, building forts, being forced to pull weeds, playing basketball until the ball became stuck on the garage roof behind the backboard, pretending to be a spy, playing with dogs, searching for decent apples to eat from the low hanging branches, hoping for an invitation to a friends house with a pool, skipping with girls until a boy chased us apart with a handful of worms, begging candy from neighbours, running races in the yard that I never won, building a city of roads in the garden for my Tonka Jeep, cartwheels and flips in the side yard, sleeping in a tent in the backyard with an extension cord to the black and white TV, playing and hiding in the sweltering hot barns, playing on the slip and slide because it was so much more fun than running through the sprinkler, falling asleep in the sun, playing with the neighbours constant stream of puppies, and wandering down the dusty field lane ways.

Good stuff.


2 thoughts on “The summers of my childhood

    GOM in Oklahoma said:
    August 29, 2012 at 11:16 pm

    You should have ended with “Life was good.”

    None of that stuff would be allowed by parents today because it would be too “dangerous” for the little darlings.

      LG responded:
      August 30, 2012 at 11:30 am

      Ha! True!

      Life was good!

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