Five Things I Miss From My Childhood
1. The Farm. I whined, complained, bitched etc. when I lived on the farm about how it was boring, nothing to do, and then when there was stuff to do there was TOO much stuff to do. Now I miss the solitude, the quiet, the nature, farm animals, and not having neighbors breathing down my neck because I have something they don't like the look of in my back yard. If ever I were to come into mega money I would move to an acreage, I need more room than these claustrophobia inducing city lots.
2. Our Piano. I used to spend hours on my parents upright piano ever week, begrudgingly practicing my scales and etudes, and then later in life composing songs. We don't have a piano yet, just a little keyboard and it isn't the same. There's something about the feel of the wood, the ivory (it was old so it was real elephant tusk) and the resonance of the strings of a real piano, it inspires all by itself even if not perfectly in tune.
3. Great Neighbors. There were two houses of French people who lived within walking distance, one a retired couple and the other one was Mrs. Parkinson who had long outlived her husband. When I was a kid I regularly visted both, they were very nice people who I tagged along with around their yard/house, and of course they usually gave me chocolate bars. At Christmas time our family would go carolling to their houses and most times we'd go in for hot tea or hot chocolate and treats, it was nice. There was also a Ukrainian family who lived about a mile off named the Popowich's, we would sometimes go over for coffee and not 5 minutes after sitting down the entire table would be covered with food, amazing food.
4. Innocence. I had unwaivering confidence in everything my church / parents thought, I believed everything strongly and unquestioning. Somewhere along the way I started questioning and now things aren't so clear, and I see things I never ever wanted to see. People also aren't as nice as I originally percieved.
5. Family get-togethers Every year many times a year we would take the trek down to southern Saskatchewan for family reunions/weddings/etc. We'd have sing-alongs, campfires, potlucks and tours driving through the country.
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Posted by Oorgo at June 21, 2005 03:25 PM
Very cool. I had relatives who were dairy farmers in Iowa, and friends in Minnesota who raised cattle and pigs, so I spent some time on farms. It's a different world, and I think I could've lived that way full time, but it was also nice to go back to my own life.
Posted by: Ted at June 21, 2005 05:09 PM