SlapDash

Wow, I was totally just reminded of life from my past. I used to live in Wyoming, it was great! We lived in a nice trailer on the "good" side of town, right next door to the previous Pastor of the Baptist church that my dad was preaching at (they owned the land we were on actully) Anyway, my friends' dad ran a gas station in town (also owned by the previous pastor/land owner) and the whole family was always in town so I'd have them over to "play" everyday. As a 5-7th grader I thought that life seriously could not get any better. I even had a job making beds at the local motel... (also owned and ran by the pastor/land owner/gas station entrepenuer) for 50 cents a week. I was living the life of a princess! In our backyard we had this shed that had our deep freezer, and some random junk (along with some junk of the pastor/land owner/gas station entrepenuer/motel owner) and behind that my friends Amy and Rachel and I had a fort that we made from an old broken down ford pickup, an old playground slide, a huge cable spool, a cabinet, a church pew, and a random tree we stole from the church. (All provided (with the exception of the tree) from the junk of the pastor/land owner/gas station entrepenuer/motel owner with random junk in our shed) Oh how we'd love to go outside and play in that, we'd make up all sorts of "stories" to act out, I would insist that Amy would be the boy in all of them and I would be the heroine and Rachel could be my servant girl (Amy and I were the same age and Rachel was Amy's little sister so she got treated like crap) Anywho, we'd bring out lots of different things to play with, including kitchen utensils, and other things. We'd get in huge fights all the time and we'd threaten never to speak to each other again, and the next day we were fine. We'd occasionally get bored with making up stories so we'd have Barbie Auctions where we'd auction off our different barbie junk to each other, including the crap that we made for our barbies (not professionally done) and rip each other off big time. Then we'd get mad at each other for that and try something new and start a "sticker" club or the ever so famous "gel pen" club. Where we'd find a way to trade stickers and rip each other off. Then we'd decide to redecorate the "fort" (you know, give it more of a woman's touch because we didn't want a man's fort we wanted a homey country shack, not an out doors fort) so what would we do? We'd rummage in the neighbor's garbage. We got in trouble when we were caught going through every alley in Moorcroft Wyoming Rummaging through garbage. But to find treasure we had to take a risk. Haha, I'm sitting here writing this and thinking how wonderful life was back then, the only real problem I had was getting in trouble for threatening to kill Rachel, breaking my ankle when Amy wasn't acting like a good strong farm hand going off to war and forgeting to catch me as I ran down the hill to her "him" when he came safely home, threatening to kill Rachel for taking my crutches away from me, and laughing at the wife of the- pastor/land owner/gas station entrepenuer/motel owner with lots of junk who gave us our fort- when she gave us a pair of her husbands underware to clean off the slide. To go back to those blessed days in Moorcroft Wyoming. And How much I want to thank the pastor/land owner/gas station entrepenuer/motel owner with lots of junk who gave us our fort and gave us underware to clean our slide. He gave me the most fond memories ever.

Labels: looking back

Yeah, ok, that was just a LITTLE scary...

:D

YOU'RE SCARED? You weren't the one who had to live it:D