This is another post of mine from July 14, 2008, I had one comment from my friends. I actually just got started posting so I did not know you at this time.
Childhood, the most magical time of our lives. Where things are surrounded by mystery, ghosts and goblins, make believe and things that go bump in the night and there is always something under the bed or in the closet.
I can remember one time when I was about ten, my mom wanted me to go down to the cellar and bring up some coal for the stove. The entrance to the cellar was outside, there was no light until you went down the steps (about 10) and opened the door, that alone was scary. You had to feel inside the door for a hanging chain to pull, it was torture until your hand came in contact with the chain. The light was not bright and its eerie shadow cast all kinds of dancing figures. I scooped up the coal in the bucket, turned off the light and ran up the steps. After that I made sure we had coal in the bucket by dark.
We always listened to the radio for news of the war and to see if we were going to be bombed. It was World War Two, they just announced that they were sending planes to bomb us, I stayed by the window watching for hours, very afraid. My father worked in a steel mill and in 1942 he was killed by a piece of steel falling from an overhead crane, he did not have a helmet on. We loved our dad and right after his death, my mom received papers that he had been drafted.
From birth we go through phases of growth, from infant, childhood, adolescence and then adulthood. Our greatest fears are created in our childhood memories, even our attitudes, perspectives, expectations and our adult view of life are influenced by what happens in childhood.
When we were kids it did not take much to make us happy, we were too busy thinking up games to play, not much time spent indoors. I don't know about you, but it seems like yesterday, we were running, playing games, following the creek pretending it was a flowing river. Pretending when you were a kid is lost in adults. Adults has lost the ability to enter that magical kingdom again, in a way this seems sad. Even so, memories is powerful, every day of our adult life is touched by memories of childhood experiences.
Most of us have a sibling or two that share in our childhood memories. If you were close to a brother or sister you are blessed to have had some one to remember some of the happy and sad times. Sharing our memories with others is one of the most generous things we can do. Pictures are moments captured in time that live long after we do . It is fun to rummage through pictures of the past and say I don't remember this being taken or did I look like that. So lets say goodbye to being young, many years have passed since those glorious days gone bye.