Ever have an idea, ever had a thought and wondered, "What would happen if...". Ever gone your whole life, and all of a sudden it hit you, you were at a "now or never' moment.
I often feel I'm at a stage in my life. If you're nearing your mid forties you may be able to relate. It's that stage in life where you're not quite ready to start playing bingo, not QUITE yet. The stage before the bingo stage.
I look back over the years, and think, I've had some pretty good years. Although my parents divorced when I was pretty young, I did have the opportunity to experience to different ends of the spectrum. The times with my mother living in an apartment building in the city was quite interesting, yet the times spent running up and down a red dirt road in front of my daddy's home proved to be more than interesting... it proved to be downright educational.
I got my first skinned knee on that dirt road while I was in my younger stages of life. I learned how to ride a bicycle there, a go-cart and a dirt bike. I also learned what it was like to have family so close you could shake a stick at 'em. Whatever that means... something my daddy said from time to time. I also learned what it was like to live in a home on an dirt road and to have to constantly dust and sweep the dirt away.
Something about living on a dirt road brought me peace of mind. Not sure if it was the smells of fresh country air, knowing I was surrounded by family and loved ones... or the beautiful forest of trees that blanketed my daddy's back yard. On rainy days I'd run up and down that dirt road, walk up the ditches and splatter in the mud until I was covered in it. My girl cousins and I would sneak off down to the creek, without anyone knowing, to take a little swim. On hot summer days, all of us, boys and girls, would gather our poles and inner tubes, walk our way through the woods to a neighbor's pond. Our folks would find us there before supper-time, lying on the banks, or dock... basking up the sun's warm rays.
I didn't realize then, how much the berry picking, chigger scratching, splinters and bee stings would mean. At the time, my granny would get out the old fashion salves, and old fashioned remedies to fix and mend my wounds. Her shaking wrinkled hands would lovingly pull out splinters, soothe the itches and stings while calmly putting me together and fix'n me up. Her warm embrace would quiet my tears as she wiped them away from my dirt stained face. How I long for the evenings on the front porch in her rocking chair, sitting on her lap, as she lulled me to sleep.
I remember those wonderful times spent chasing fireflies down through the trees, putting them in jars and watching them flutter around. Swinging from tree limbs and listening to my granny preach on how we'd fall out if we climbed too high. Sometimes, now in my later stage, the before bingo stage, I feel I have climbed so high I often forget to look down, or back... and remember those simpler times.
I held my very first boyfriend's hand, and got my first kiss while walking through the woods on that old dirt road. I learned about life... I learned what it meant to love and I learned how to be human...
You ever just wonder what would happen if you did something outrageous. Stepped outside your comfort zone and tried to grasp some part of your youth again by doing something unexpected? You ever get an idea, and wonder what would REALLY happen if that IDEA became a reality? Sometimes you need a little push. And sometimes you just need the reality of times gone by and the FACT you're mortal to sink in...
Ever just wonder what would happen if you took that leap of faith and made your dreams become a reality or woke up and realized if you don't, those dreams may never come to be... Ever just... wonder...????
I often feel I'm at a stage in my life. If you're nearing your mid forties you may be able to relate. It's that stage in life where you're not quite ready to start playing bingo, not QUITE yet. The stage before the bingo stage.
I look back over the years, and think, I've had some pretty good years. Although my parents divorced when I was pretty young, I did have the opportunity to experience to different ends of the spectrum. The times with my mother living in an apartment building in the city was quite interesting, yet the times spent running up and down a red dirt road in front of my daddy's home proved to be more than interesting... it proved to be downright educational.
I got my first skinned knee on that dirt road while I was in my younger stages of life. I learned how to ride a bicycle there, a go-cart and a dirt bike. I also learned what it was like to have family so close you could shake a stick at 'em. Whatever that means... something my daddy said from time to time. I also learned what it was like to live in a home on an dirt road and to have to constantly dust and sweep the dirt away.
Something about living on a dirt road brought me peace of mind. Not sure if it was the smells of fresh country air, knowing I was surrounded by family and loved ones... or the beautiful forest of trees that blanketed my daddy's back yard. On rainy days I'd run up and down that dirt road, walk up the ditches and splatter in the mud until I was covered in it. My girl cousins and I would sneak off down to the creek, without anyone knowing, to take a little swim. On hot summer days, all of us, boys and girls, would gather our poles and inner tubes, walk our way through the woods to a neighbor's pond. Our folks would find us there before supper-time, lying on the banks, or dock... basking up the sun's warm rays.
I didn't realize then, how much the berry picking, chigger scratching, splinters and bee stings would mean. At the time, my granny would get out the old fashion salves, and old fashioned remedies to fix and mend my wounds. Her shaking wrinkled hands would lovingly pull out splinters, soothe the itches and stings while calmly putting me together and fix'n me up. Her warm embrace would quiet my tears as she wiped them away from my dirt stained face. How I long for the evenings on the front porch in her rocking chair, sitting on her lap, as she lulled me to sleep.
I remember those wonderful times spent chasing fireflies down through the trees, putting them in jars and watching them flutter around. Swinging from tree limbs and listening to my granny preach on how we'd fall out if we climbed too high. Sometimes, now in my later stage, the before bingo stage, I feel I have climbed so high I often forget to look down, or back... and remember those simpler times.
I held my very first boyfriend's hand, and got my first kiss while walking through the woods on that old dirt road. I learned about life... I learned what it meant to love and I learned how to be human...
You ever just wonder what would happen if you did something outrageous. Stepped outside your comfort zone and tried to grasp some part of your youth again by doing something unexpected? You ever get an idea, and wonder what would REALLY happen if that IDEA became a reality? Sometimes you need a little push. And sometimes you just need the reality of times gone by and the FACT you're mortal to sink in...
Ever just wonder what would happen if you took that leap of faith and made your dreams become a reality or woke up and realized if you don't, those dreams may never come to be... Ever just... wonder...????
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