My first crush, oh my Gosh I remember it so well. I came home and I was mad. An older boy had pushed me and when I got up complaining about it, he had pushed me again. We were working in the fields and I didn’t stop talking about it.
Tag: <span>childhood</span>
I was raised on a farm in Austria, right on the boarder to Italy in a beautiful, idyllic mountain village. We had some cows, sheep’s and pigs and chickens everywhere. A farmers day starts early in the morning and doesn’t end before late at night. Everybody is needed -no exceptions, there is always something to do. We had acres of fruits trees and fields with potatoes and corn. Grass had to be mowed, fences had to be repaired and fruits had to be picked. The farms were not in calling distance; we had to drive to our neighbor’s house.
My Grandmother was a wise woman , she taught me a lot. She too had a great sense of humor, so I am certain the following list would make her laugh.
I read the prompt in the morning and couldn’t come up with anything, I couldn’t think about a toy that was precious or special to me. I went in my workshop and thought about it some more. All day long during my work I thought about my childhood room, and all kind of precious childhood memories came to my mind and made me smile. Still I didn’t “see” a favorite toy in my memory.
Not often, but sometimes idealistic people will step in the ring and fight against the cold, cruel world and land a knock-out, personally I wish it would happen more often.
Let me take a wild guess, you just read the headline and you have no idea who Winnetou is. My childhood hero, the Mescalero-Apache chief I fell in love with when I was young, is hardly known here in the US.
The daily prompt today is spot on, yes, I turned out pretty good. I made it. I am a middle aged lady with a wicked sense of humor…I am still alive and kicking’ and hopefully will do so, for many more years to come. Since I turned out so good, why in the name of whatever God, would I want to change anything about my childhood?