Wednesday, April 22, 2009


During storms my brother and I would climb onto my great big wooden bed and steer it through the wild seas. Dangling limbs were subject to shark bites, and one of us often lost a telescope overboard. When we spotted land we would disembark, and dine over popcorn made one kernal at a time over the flame of a candle. Cracking thunder ordered our attention to the sky for the electricution of clouds, and our games were forgotten. We learned of big powers to be feared.

9 comments:

Maria said...

Oh my, what fun. You have the best memories

♥ bfs~"Mimi" ♥ said...

Great childhood memories~wonderful adventures! We were so brave!

LOVE the clouds. I'm looking for a face in the cloud, or perhaps a sea monster ...

Sujata said...

Nice blog....so what would "Bella" mean?

Claire said...

Sheila this makes me smile so broadly. I too have precious memories of this sort. They have an amazing ability to carry one, don't they?

Big hugs.

The Girl From Cherry Blossom Street said...

It's amazing how one word, one picture, one color stirs up memories...
Thunder reminds me of home.

lime said...

what a remembrance. so glad to have happened across it by way of david;s place.

Sniffles and Smiles said...

Your blog is terrific! And I LOVE this post!!! What an imagination... what memories! I'm enthralled with your blog! Congrats on your POTD!

Cheffie-Mom said...

Great blog! Congratulations on the Post of the Day Award from authorblog!

spread your wings said...

oh what wonderful childhood memories. this made me smile.