|
Growing up in Blakeley, I didn't feel was me. Too small in a world with so much more to see. "Stay away from the road, don't ride too far up the hill, don't play in the corn fields, and don't you sass." But most of all the ten of us were told, "Stay away from that river or I'll ..........!"
The forbidden river so close to home, forbidden to play near and forbidden to roam.
How does a young mind tell it's self not to stray to an incredible sight just two blocks away?
So...we packed up our common sense, our respect, and our love for mom and dad. And we headed to the river what could be so bad?
My brother jumped in to a creek-bed and wrestled a 34 pound catfish to shore, while my sister kissed under the bridge with a boy she swore she would always adore.
I felt a little odd, but not to be a bore, I said "OK, I'll swim a while, but I'm staying close to shore."
The storm came up with a bang and a thunder, so loud and intense, I almost put my sister under. We climbed out of the river and shook off the cold, "wow what an adventure, mom and dad can never be told."
Mom knew what we were up to, on that very day. She said children did not look as we did, after a normal day at play. Dad heard about it from the angels on the day he passed away. They told him while he was at work, with his children they spent the day.
So many memories, some chilling and some DEER, will leave with the Blakeley Bridge within the following year.
|
