SAVOR THE MOMENT

When I was small, I had a little red tricycle. I would spend hours riding it around our house playing all kinds of games. I've always had a big imagination so I was content to be on my own. Life was at a slower pace then, and I don't think it was because I lived on a farm. It was a great place to grow up. You knew everyone, and everyone was a friend. You never locked your doors at night let alone during the day. You didn't even lock your car doors when you went into town. The washing was hung on a clothes line, and though it was crisp when it was brought in, oh how good it smelled. So fresh and clean. We ate three good meals a day, and always sat down as a family. Their was always something to do which didn't include sitting in front of a TV playing video games or at a computer playing mind games (I often call them "roit your brain" games).

I had a play house which my Dad and brother built me out of gun boxes from Smith & Edwards. I spent hours their playing with my family of dolls. This house was complete with everything a little girl needed to play house. I had a toy stove, frig, cupboard full of dishes, table and chairs for all, and even a baby's crib and dresser for all my doll clothes.

I would walk down to the school and play on the swings without Mother worrying that someone might abduct me. I had roller skates that you put on your shoes and tightened down with a key. I played mud pies, and Mother and even my brothers would pretend to eat them. I tried them once, but I didn't like the taste.

I would give anything if I could go back to that time for just one day, even a few hours, or just a few moments, but I can never recapture that time in my life again. I have those good memories, though, and I've stashed them away in my memory bank. The point I want to make is that there are so many precious moments in our lives that we don't take the time to savor and then they are gone forever. Some we could call trials that take us to our knees, but they are still precious because we learn and grow from them. Others are awesome experiences that make us sore through the sky, and those precious moments also help us to learn and grow. A blog, though a new adventure to me, seems to be for sharing one's life. I would like to share the precious moments I have had and continue to have with you.