June 11, 2005
Childhood Meme
Damnit! Meme'd again! At least this is one that I'm probably going to enjoy! And I will attempt to pass this one on. Could be very interesting.
Five Things That I Miss From My Childhood
1. Indestructability. I don't know how many rocks to the head, nails tearing through feet and knees, and falls from roofs and farm equipment that I've suffered. They didn't hurt me too bad. And blood builds character. Now, blood isn't a good thing. Then, blood was a guarantee that you'd have a scar, and scars were in.
1. Indestructability. I don't know how many rocks ... wait. Maybe they did mess me up.
2. Eating contests with my cousin. It's still brought up every time we all get together. We used to see who could eat the most BBQ sandwiches, plates of turkey and gravy... you name it. I think we ate more in an hour, than some villages in Ethopia could eat in a day. Well, maybe not quite that much, but damn close. Our prize? Bragging rights, and a gut fit to explode. We jokingly tried it again last year. I thought I would hurl after two plates. Cousin didn't fair much better. Those days are long gone.
3. After we moved from the farm, we were about a mile from a forest preserve. We could be found running through those woods day and night, any season. Building dams, stalking deer, swimming, pushing people in the creek (pronounced "crick" when I type it) so that we had an excuse to go swimming. After all, you can't let them drown. Imaginations ran wild out there... we were hunters, indians, Marines and soldiers, explorers who could shame Lewis and Clark. I've been meaning to make a trip back there, and run through the areas we used to haunt.
4. Speaking of imagination, while mine is still fairly active, it ain't what it used to be. I miss the days when any object could become a treasure, a weapon, a transport from this world. A piece of field tile could become an anaconda, or black mamba, and tranport us to the jungles. Anything was possible if you thought about it. Now days, I battle with realism. Oh, sure... I usually win, but it does affect what you are capable of. It's one reason I enjoy watching kids at play... you have no clue what exactly is going through their little heads, but it's fun to guess.
5. I miss the days when my worst fears and worries were that I would not get my chores done in time to catch the White Sox games on WMAQ. I used to grab a book, and listen to hours worth of those games. To be so stress free now...
The rules: Remove the #1 item from the following list, bump everyone up one place and add your blog’s name in the #5 spot. You have to link to all the blogs. (Or WHAT???)
The Gun Line
Righty in a Lefty State
Frizzen Sparks
Little Joe's Soapbox
Drunken Wisdom
I've got four that I would like to pass this on to, but I'm going to contact them first.
Posted by That 1 Guy at June 11, 2005 12:45 PM | TrackBack
