In hindsight I realize I was always searching and exploring. Never taking things for granted but maybe
needing proof for myself or to experience it for myself. I have no idea, it's just the way I am.
I grew up in Los Angeles County when it was beautiful. Every church had a bell ringing on Sunday, every neighbor hood
had a mini-mart for those quick candy or soda trips and a gas station that would fill your bike tire with air if you needed it.
I remember our houses all had an avocado tree and either an orange or lemon too. One street I lived on actually had a
stable where they bred and raised Arabian show horses. I made friends with that lady right away, My mom used to say
"if there is a horse within a mile of us, she will find it".
My grandparents opened the door to my wanderlust pull when I was young by taking me on trips to see family in
Oklahoma and Arkansas where they came from. Seeing the country from a car and all that changing scenery made my
imagination explode.
"Grandpa....what's over that hill, can we go see?" Even though it was taking us off route for a short while he would snicker and say
"over Yonder we shall go and see where the crow shall go"
I had six Uncles of which at least 2 of them were always present. Mom and I lived with my grandparents until I was not quite 4 years old.
Though we moved out, I was more at grandparents home than my own.
One such time my grandparents had to go grocery shopping and had my 2 uncles Gary and Jim watch me while they were gone. I heard them talking strangely in their room and peaked in.
They were at their bedroom window (2nd floor), window open, screen pulled off and practicing jumping from the window to the tree so they could sneak out at night. I was fascinated, I wanted to do it too.
"I want to jump too" I squealed, they spun around and Gary said a firm "No, you are too little!" For some reason I knew what words to say that I had never said before "Let me or I will tell Grandpa". After discussing how not to be killed from either result...1. me getting hurt, 2. Them getting hurt when Grandpa found out, Gary jumped to the tree, braced himself on the limb and called to Jim " OK....throw her and you better throw hard"
That flight was marvelous! Then Uncle Gary's strong arms and hands catching me was delightful, I wanted to do it again. They bribed me with ice cream
and a bike riding lesson to just stop. I never told my grandparents. Years later Uncle Gary confessed he darn near soiled his pants when I was in midflight.
needing proof for myself or to experience it for myself. I have no idea, it's just the way I am.
I grew up in Los Angeles County when it was beautiful. Every church had a bell ringing on Sunday, every neighbor hood
had a mini-mart for those quick candy or soda trips and a gas station that would fill your bike tire with air if you needed it.
I remember our houses all had an avocado tree and either an orange or lemon too. One street I lived on actually had a
stable where they bred and raised Arabian show horses. I made friends with that lady right away, My mom used to say
"if there is a horse within a mile of us, she will find it".
My grandparents opened the door to my wanderlust pull when I was young by taking me on trips to see family in
Oklahoma and Arkansas where they came from. Seeing the country from a car and all that changing scenery made my
imagination explode.
"Grandpa....what's over that hill, can we go see?" Even though it was taking us off route for a short while he would snicker and say
"over Yonder we shall go and see where the crow shall go"
I had six Uncles of which at least 2 of them were always present. Mom and I lived with my grandparents until I was not quite 4 years old.
Though we moved out, I was more at grandparents home than my own.
One such time my grandparents had to go grocery shopping and had my 2 uncles Gary and Jim watch me while they were gone. I heard them talking strangely in their room and peaked in.
They were at their bedroom window (2nd floor), window open, screen pulled off and practicing jumping from the window to the tree so they could sneak out at night. I was fascinated, I wanted to do it too.
"I want to jump too" I squealed, they spun around and Gary said a firm "No, you are too little!" For some reason I knew what words to say that I had never said before "Let me or I will tell Grandpa". After discussing how not to be killed from either result...1. me getting hurt, 2. Them getting hurt when Grandpa found out, Gary jumped to the tree, braced himself on the limb and called to Jim " OK....throw her and you better throw hard"
That flight was marvelous! Then Uncle Gary's strong arms and hands catching me was delightful, I wanted to do it again. They bribed me with ice cream
and a bike riding lesson to just stop. I never told my grandparents. Years later Uncle Gary confessed he darn near soiled his pants when I was in midflight.
, I plan on printing these out for a notebook to give my Grand Daughter once I am done
Probably the nearest thing to that would be a trip to Boston and take a ride on one there.