Almost everyday I go for a jog, pushing my daughter in her jogging stroller. We head toward the national forest about a half-mile down the road and usually take the low road along the river. It’s a bumpy ride and I brings snack and water for her to keep her content. We have created a routine of stopping at the turn-around point, to throw rocks in the river. She is usually dressed like a fairy since that is her normal garb around the house. So, I sit, rest for a moment, and watch my little fairy catapulting stones and listening for the sounds they make.
I consider what I am missing out on by living so rurally. Read more »
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Growing up as a kid in the 70′s, I experienced some of the most carefree and fun times of my life. I loved being with my family. My dad fixed up old VW bugs and grew vegetables. My mom canned tomatoes and made sauce and pasta from scratch. When the weather permitted, we always ate outside on the deck we built, and sometimes we would grill meat from the rabbits that my dad raised. My mom made some of our clothes. My dad built her a studio where she could paint. As for me, I don’t remember much of what I did except for riding on the back of my mom’s bike when we went on family bike rides and climbing the old apple tree in our yard.
I believe that the good memories of the 70′s that I collected are the reason I love the 70′s so much now. Read more »
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