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.
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Oh my, what fun. You have the best memories
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 ...
Nice blog....so what would "Bella" mean?
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.
It's amazing how one word, one picture, one color stirs up memories...
Thunder reminds me of home.
what a remembrance. so glad to have happened across it by way of david;s place.
Your blog is terrific! And I LOVE this post!!! What an imagination... what memories! I'm enthralled with your blog! Congrats on your POTD!
Great blog! Congratulations on the Post of the Day Award from authorblog!
oh what wonderful childhood memories. this made me smile.
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