CHILDHOOD. Thinking back to my childhood always seems to bring a tear. I long for that time when all was new and brothers and sisters were always near. The mornings at the breakfast table and the evenings in the yard. I remember it so clearly but thinking back is so hard. I love the memories of Christmas is was always a time of peace. Presents stacked high around the tree and all the homemade candy we could eat. The night we got all the ice cream flavors of every kind. Uncle Jr. brought it to us from work, it still lingers in my mind. Waiting up on Thursday Night, everyone awake in their beds. We knew Dad would bring home groceries, it still in my head. Like when Dad was going on a fishing trip we were hoping we could go. He would always wait ‘til time to leave to tell us yes or no. Remembering picnics at the lake always bring a smile. Mom in the kitchen half the night, for her cooking I’d walk a mile. The nights that Mom told stories are in my mind so clear. She could paint a picture in your mind and you thought you were really there. There was also times of sadness like when a loved one would pass away. Mom and Dad always standing close by to help us through the day. Memories of going swimming and climbing the tallest trees. Makes me wish I could go back once more where my childhood waits for me. The day I cut my heel brings back only thoughts of love. Mom came rushing out to pick me up like an Angel from above. When Dad got home and saw me lying there in tears. He took a sheet and wrapped it up and took away my fears. All the times we would go hunting us running through the woods at night. While we were waiting for the dogs to bark, Mom was praying we would make it home alright. The cold Winter Morns with snow on the ground and Mom saying no school today. Brings back memories of red aching fingers and a car hood for a sleigh. The day we all got a quarter and walked down to the store. We felt like we were rich, How could we ask for more? Although I know I’ll never get to go back again, it’s still fun thinking I could. I’ll just keep writing these memories down, and thinking about my childhood. Fred R. Parks
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 05:46:08 +0000
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