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Just Reminiscing...

Random thought of the day:

For some reason, I started thinking about my childhood and how much I miss the "country"....and by country, I mean the 5 acres I grew up on, being surrounded by woods and not by neighbors on every side, no grocery stores or restaurants right across the street....
My front yard growing up
IF I ever have kids, it makes me sad to think that they may not have the childhood that I had.

Growing up, we didn’t have a lot of money. We didn’t go to the beach or to Disney World for vacation. I didn’t have a cell phone, a computer, an Ipod, or a TV in my room...but I truly had the BEST childhood ever.
With 5 acres of land, we were NEVER indoors if the weather was nice. Our days consisted of climbing trees, riding bikes, swimming in a cow trough, playing in the woods behind our house, running around barefoot, walking in the creek in our front yard.... I would give anything to go back to those carefree days! Some of the best times of my life.
Our swimming pool!

Come to think of it, I can only think of a couple times that I have seen kids riding a bike in our neighborhood! Kind of sad, really.
 

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  1. hollysharonFebruary 24, 2013 at 8:14 AM

    I totally know what you mean. I was such a tomboy before age 12, always riding bikes, climbing trees, jumping off sheds (yes!)general running around, jumping over hedges, climbing over fences & snooping in neighbours back yards..lol..it was so much fun. I agree, some of the happiest times of my life. It was not until 12 or 13 when everyone started changing & I became self conscious about what a skinny thing I was. I'm actually thinking of joining a field naturalists group this year that take hikes together etc to get back in touch with nature.

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    1. LindsayFebruary 25, 2013 at 4:46 AM

      That would be so much fun, you should do it! I so often feel "cooped up" in my neighborhood being surrounded by houses,that sometimes I just feel the need to escape to the woods or an open field, and it automatically takes me back to my childhood.

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