She got me thinking about summers as a kid. What we used to do. How we used to play. The innocence of it all.
I so wish for times like that for my kids. To be able to go out, and know every single one of your neighbors. Even the ones a mile up the road. To not have to worry about pedophiles, or freaky people. To be able to go out in the woods and build forts, and clubhouses, and ride your bikes for miles and not worry about getting hit by cars. To climb trees and dig holes and not worry about black widows, and desert snakes. lol. It actually makes me sad. I remember the flowers, like the honeysuckles, that we'd pick and stick in our mouths. The wild blackberries that we'd pick by the bucket fulls, and then take home to put in our morning cereal. The wild rhubarb that we'd pick and eat. The corn we'd pick from the field to have for dinner that night. The pumpkins we'd pick from Grandpa's patch to carve for Halloween. Gosh, I could go on and on.
The funny thing, all we did was bitch and complain back then.
"Mom, I'm Bored!!!"
"Mom, there's nothing to do!"
"Mom, can we come in and watch TV??"
And the answer was always..
"No, go find something to do!"
And then the door would be closed, and sometimes, even locked! lol
Things can never be the way they used to can they? Things were so easy.
Well, I must go off and tuck my little one into bed. I hope everyone has a great summer!
Grandma and Grandpa's farm that we grew up on

Me and Sissy Beth being dorks when we were younger!
