The youth I'm talking about came years before all that. It is the youth of discovery, faith, and joy. It is the youth that can celebrate a cold day with a clear driveway and a tub of sidewalk chalk. It is the youth that knew the meaning of fun: the laughter, the sheer delight, the pride, the perfect moment that is learning you can, for the first time in your almost 4 years of life, pedal your tractor all by yourself. Did you ever? Can you remember?
Friday, April 8, 2011
Remember This?
Do you have any memory of youth? Not the kind of youth that played pick-up football games on a mud-soaked field on a Saturday morning. Not the youth that giggled at the thought of going to a dance, let alone dancing with a girl. Not the youth that had to sneak one of Dad's cigarettes or swipe a first can of beer.
The youth I'm talking about came years before all that. It is the youth of discovery, faith, and joy. It is the youth that can celebrate a cold day with a clear driveway and a tub of sidewalk chalk. It is the youth that knew the meaning of fun: the laughter, the sheer delight, the pride, the perfect moment that is learning you can, for the first time in your almost 4 years of life, pedal your tractor all by yourself. Did you ever? Can you remember?
The youth I'm talking about came years before all that. It is the youth of discovery, faith, and joy. It is the youth that can celebrate a cold day with a clear driveway and a tub of sidewalk chalk. It is the youth that knew the meaning of fun: the laughter, the sheer delight, the pride, the perfect moment that is learning you can, for the first time in your almost 4 years of life, pedal your tractor all by yourself. Did you ever? Can you remember?
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Fabulous thought and picture. You're writing is a treat and the picture is so wonderful. THanks for sending it. Susan
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