#17rp - It was an easy thing to do. Thick woods pressed up against the tracks on both sides just below the overpass. I could get up close, make sure ...
These are wonderful stories that have brought back memories of my childhood when there were open spaces for exploring and letting our imaginations soar.
Ron, I can jut hear the rustle of the leaves and bushes, as you went on your trek to the railroad. I can also feel the tug on your heart, when you write about being that middle school kid, riding your bike past those trees…and just as your childhood ended, so did the life of those old trees. Very well written, Ron! I enjoyed it thoroughly!!
I really appreciate your thoughts, Sharon! Isn't it interesting how we can, after years of not thinking about something, it can pop-up again. Perhaps these events are real turning points for us, etched deep within. Thank you!
Wow, this brings back memories, Ron. When we got tired of losing our arrows in the woods, we would stand in the yard and shoot them straight up. Crazy.
You have a great way of telling these fond recollections and I can always relate to them.
We would shoot them straight up also. At geese and crows as they flew over. It was great fun but resulted in thinking it wasn't such a good idea. Glad it stirred up some memories. Thank you, Jim!
Ah, the exploits of little boys. Anything can be made into an adventure. Reading your story, Ron, I can just smell those little boys, not unlike the smell of puppy's breath. I had a son and I remember that sweet little-boy fragrance. Thank you for re-posting this.
: ) I guess that's what boys do. What's around that we can get into? I can't speak to the puppy breath but it's a very nice sentiment and recollection you have. I've heard the female is better wired for smell than male. Thank you, Sharron!
Yes, Sharron! Little boy smell…Benjamin would have guys over, and they’d go in his room and wrestle, or something active..shoving each other around, a pillow fight..that involved getting sweaty. (Ha ha)….i do miss that boy. 🥰
These are wonderful stories that have brought back memories of my childhood when there were open spaces for exploring and letting our imaginations soar.
Thank you, K.C. We were fortunate to have had that freedom and the room to roam.
Ron, I can jut hear the rustle of the leaves and bushes, as you went on your trek to the railroad. I can also feel the tug on your heart, when you write about being that middle school kid, riding your bike past those trees…and just as your childhood ended, so did the life of those old trees. Very well written, Ron! I enjoyed it thoroughly!!
I really appreciate your thoughts, Sharon! Isn't it interesting how we can, after years of not thinking about something, it can pop-up again. Perhaps these events are real turning points for us, etched deep within. Thank you!
Wow, this brings back memories, Ron. When we got tired of losing our arrows in the woods, we would stand in the yard and shoot them straight up. Crazy.
You have a great way of telling these fond recollections and I can always relate to them.
We would shoot them straight up also. At geese and crows as they flew over. It was great fun but resulted in thinking it wasn't such a good idea. Glad it stirred up some memories. Thank you, Jim!
Ah, the exploits of little boys. Anything can be made into an adventure. Reading your story, Ron, I can just smell those little boys, not unlike the smell of puppy's breath. I had a son and I remember that sweet little-boy fragrance. Thank you for re-posting this.
: ) I guess that's what boys do. What's around that we can get into? I can't speak to the puppy breath but it's a very nice sentiment and recollection you have. I've heard the female is better wired for smell than male. Thank you, Sharron!
Yes, Sharron! Little boy smell…Benjamin would have guys over, and they’d go in his room and wrestle, or something active..shoving each other around, a pillow fight..that involved getting sweaty. (Ha ha)….i do miss that boy. 🥰