I thought that for the month
of November I would blog about everything that I am thankful for. 30 things in
30 days, but not in 30 blog posts. I will be lumping a few things together so I
only have to write here two or three times a week. As the month goes on, I am
not going to be able to recap all those things, so you are going to have to
take my word for it that today I am thankful for thing number 4 and thing number 5. (Sounds
like Dr. Suess.)
Looking back on my childhood I
would have to say that I had no complaints (at the time I think I complained a
lot, but looking back it was pretty idyllic). I had the perfect childhood –
parents who were there when I needed them but not there all the time, a sister who was my best friend and partner in crime
(click here for one such memory), a house in the country with acres of woods as
a blank canvass for our adventures. I can’t imagine having been raised any differently.
I’m thankful that I had such a good childhood.
In a similar vein, I am also
thankful that I was born, raised and still live in a small Midwestern town.
Sure, they say that when you live in a small town, if you don’t know what you’re
doing, someone else will. Maybe that means we are all nosy, but it also means
that most of us care. We left our doors unlocked, we talked to strangers on the
party line (do any of you young kids know what that was? our version of social
media), we trick-or-treated after dark!
And that is why I am thankful
that I still live in a small town.
Especially a small town that is ready for snow.
The other day at work we
started talking about the Beatles (a long story), and I came home and looked up
some of their songs on YouTube. What can I say? This is dedicated to those we
have lost. Those we are thankful to have had the pleasure of knowing.
2 comments:
My sentiments are the same as yours. Riding my bike from 7 am to "just before the street lights came on" all over town in all directions, with a dime or two in the pocket for a snow cone or maybe 2. Yes, we had a party line with 6 families with a count of 9 teenage girls.
I feel so sorry for kids growing up now. I just don't think they will ever have the kind of fun we had.
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