Memories
I grew up in a country home on a gravel road. I ate fish my Daddy caught at least 3 days a week. We didn’t lock our doors. It just wasn’t needed. My school had 13 people in my class. It was a simple life.
My family ate lunch at my grandmother’s house every day, as did my three Uncles and their families. We all gathered every day. It was a simple life.
I spent summers bare foot, riding bicycles, running through ditches, and catching crawdeads. I rode in the back of the truck when we went to town each week. I had a dog named Jack. It was a simple life.
I strive to teach my children that same simplicity. Life is more than money, name brands, possessions, and popularity. Life is meant to be simple.
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