As children we found horseshoes, dusty hidden treasures buried in dirt, and we’d take them home and hang them on our walls alongside our Farrah and football posters. Innately we knew that someday we’d grow out of this, so mornings and afternoons we’d carry on, content, a real word in our small vocabulary.
As children, we played cowboys and Indians through the fields and forests, looking for foes as though being set upon was the worst we’d face. As children, we peed on trees, carving our names with urine, and names of girls we wanted to know though unsure why.
As children we found horseshoes, dusty hidden treasures buried in dirt, and we’d take them home and hang them on our walls alongside our Farrah and football posters. Innately we knew that someday we’d grow out of this, so mornings and afternoons we’d carry on, content, a real word in our small vocabulary.
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Gretchen VanOstrand
26/5/2023 03:19:55 pm
I love the nostalgic vibe of this. Here's to the innocence of youth. Great piece!
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26/5/2023 04:44:44 pm
Thanks Gretchen. Youth, yeah. A distant memory and I'm a sucker for nostalgia. Cheers!
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Paul Freeman
26/5/2023 04:32:04 pm
A time of innocence I remember well, Scott.
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26/5/2023 04:46:59 pm
Exactly, but if you think about it, when your (my) parents caught you, it didn't seem so innocent back then. LOL! Funny to look back on that. You're right though -- a time of innocence for sure. Thanks, Paul.
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Nav
26/5/2023 09:49:52 pm
In a nostalgic way, the story reflects the simplicity and innocence of childhood.Well written
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Pamela Kennedy
26/5/2023 10:43:29 pm
Gentler times so nicely recalled..
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Cheryl Snell
27/5/2023 12:40:59 am
A lovely portrait of innocence in sepia tones.
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Sue Clayton
29/5/2023 01:51:34 am
This brought back so many childhood memories. Such a shame that we have to grow up.
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Sharon Mallon
31/5/2023 05:11:02 am
A simpler time. Very well done.
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