I was about 8 or 9 years old and life at that time was filled with pure adventure, fantasy, magic, and a feeling that bigger things were waiting to happen. My long hair was braided into pigtails and my usual garb was a t-shirt that had seen better days and a pair of shorts. My feet were bare and life was free, easy, and wonderful.
If I had a chance to go back and re-live that part of my life, I would do it in a heartbeat! It was a time when boys were a part of my circle as friends and nothing more. We were “innocents” and life was centered around building tents, camping, fishing in streams, football and anything the boys could do, I could do better was my motto! We were at an age where none of the grown-up things mattered and we were at the stage where the boy girl thing was still shrouded in mystery waiting patiently in the far distance to be discovered at a later point in time. All that mattered at that time was fun. It was there for our taking and we indulged and reveled in it.
The neighborhood was filled with like-minded kids and since we grew up in a community where everyone knew each other, we didn’t have to rush the growing up bit. We could take our time. Time seemed to stand still at times and at other times, we knew that everything would change for us. It was just a matter of time. However, it was a time in my life that I still treasure today. I call it the age of innocence.
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