Fun Monday - Childhood Memories
Our Fun Monday Host this week is Molly, Return of the White Robin . She requested that we share a fond memory of childhood and some pictures. There are very few pictures of my childhood. There are, however, many memories. Little snippets of sounds and smells raced through my mind today as I tried to find a trail to follow. I jotted down many that I hoped would provide me with an idea for today's assignment. Then, I realized that these little bits and pieces are part of the jig saw puzzle of me -- of who I am. You don't have to put them together, but I think you'll see the picture. Childhood Memories The chorus of frogs from the pond in the lower pasture that lulled us to sleep on warm summer nights. Catching polliwogs in the creek that disappeared several pastures over into a foliage camouflaged ravine. The distinct sweet smell of new born kittens inside a barrel in the fruit house The hunt for the elusive Tiger Lily in the open fields, and the pungent s...
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As the saying goes theres a light at the end of every tunnel.
no matter what tunnel your in Tram/Train/road/Etc.Etc.
I'm finally seeing LIGHT at the end of one of my tunnels. . .It's amazing the relief I feel from it too!
Ian
:)
has such depth...
I always wonder what will be waiting on the other side. I don't think I could turn around just before a tunnel or entrance... I have to see the other side... curiosity.
When I look at that, I can't help but think about how on earth did they ever construct that tunnel? Was anyone killed in the process?
good picture :)
YES I wonder whats on the other side. I'm nosy.
When my brothers were in college and we went to visit them, the exit we turned off on was RIGHT BEFORE a tunnel like that. I never had the opportunity to go THROUGH the tunnel because we never had reason to go past that certain exit. And I ALWAYS wondered what was on the other side.
Well, it turns out, my HUSBAND was on the other side .... literally. The town he grew up in was a few exits past the tunnel.
LOL