Childhood Memories

Remember when life was simple, and the joy of childhood was an old tire swing...Remember picnics, train rides, and trips to town...Wading the creek and catching crawdads, putting them in a rusty tin can, going fishing at the pond.

Remember climbing trees, baseball games and hotdogs. County fairs, cotton candy, filling one of mama's fruit jars with lightening bugs. Remember lying on your back in the grass and counting cloud-doggies as they floated by and maybe there was an elephant, or two...
Remember walking "barefooted" to the country store with a nickle in your pocket, coming home with a bag full of candy kits and licking a sucker. 

Remember pickin' wild strawberries all day for just a few, but just enough for mama to make you strawberry dumplings for supper...
Children give us "candy-sweet" kisses, show us love that we may otherwise miss. Brings back the dreams that we once had. Give us hope for tomorrow and uplifts our heart.

The Coin
Into my hearts treasury I slipped a coin
That time cannot take or a thief purloin?
Oh, better than the minting of a gold-crowned king
Is the safe-kept memory of a lovely thing.
Sara Teasdale.

Come dance with me, mama
The step isn't very hard,
We'll tap through the kitchen
And twirl through the yard.
Come swing with me, mama
The sky is so blue,
I think we can touch it
Together, don't you?
   Unknown...