Buried in the corners of my mind are some treasured memories. They are so real that today when I take myself there and imagine a return to that special place, I can actually see, feel and smell the childhood memories. The smell of frying chicken ...a vision of the bubble lights on the Christmas tree and in the spring the feel of the earth. Mother would tell me when the earth felt warm, I could go barefoot. I would begin feeling the earth with my hands everyday in April hoping to find it warm enough to relieve my mothers concern that I might catch a cold. Finally, the day would come, and I would race into the house and plead with her to come out and check for herself. When she agreed, I can still feel the earth beneath my bare feet and the joy flowing through my soul as I ran around...to and fro...basking in the first barefoot day of spring.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 02:55:11 +0000
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