Don't wanna be Bored Ward,
Lets fly to the Moon June,
Just Hand me the cleaver Beaver,
Good Golly I miss Wally,
My name's Eddie, don't Haskell Me.
Miller's Pond, Metzger's field, Friends lake, These are all places of my child hood. By that I mean the child hood that I dream about. How nice it would be to go back to a day when the words"Family Values" actually meant something . To a day when a young boys Idea of having fun on a Saturday afternoon meant going to the creek and catching pollywogs or swinging out over the water on a rope swing. Back to a day when words like "Bad" meant "Bad" and if your pants sagged it meant that they were "TOO BIG" for you.
I remember attending an elementary school where the only we had to worry about being hit with was a dodge ball not a bullet. Oh there might have been the occasional after school fight which at my school usually took place behind the baseball backstop. These fights would usually end as soon as one of the boys got a black eye or a bloody nose and that would be the end of it. There was no Drive By shootings, maybe a Drive by Egging.
When I was about 11 or 12 years old I had a "Sting Ray" Bicycle, remember those, with the Banana seat?. Some of the neighborhood boys and I had sort of a "Sting Ray" club. Some Saturdays we would all ride our bikes up Redwood road till we came to the Christian Bros. Mt. La Salle winery. This was about a seven mile ride or so, maybe more and all up hill. Once at the top we would coast all the way back down the mountain sometimes reaching terrifying speeds. Fortunately no one was ever hurt seriously. But it was so much fun. Where the hell is H.G. Wells and his time machine when you need him? Hey Beav' Hey Wally wait for me, I'm Comin'
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Very nice. Is it original?
Yea I guess it is, Just original Babble. Sitting around feeling sorry for myself I guess.
Been there. Done that. It's cathartic. Don't let it trouble you none.
Oh boy, them were the days,
how we miss them. they were simple and easy days. free and uncrowded days. How well i remember those long bike rides, the wind on your face and then, oh how great it felt to stop at the creek and feel that cool water on your feet while you took a break from the long ride, the excitement of trying to catch those pollywogs, oh how those days remain so clear in my mind. the thrill as you and your bike became one as you gained speed while going down that steep hill that today i would be afraid to do in a car let alone a bike. oh how about laying in the back of a pick up as it drove up valley, while the sunlight peaked through the trees in that area where the road was covered like the canopy of a covered bridge. the simple pleasure of walking around the summer fair looking at the animals and the craft entries, and of course the thrill of the fast rides as they whipped you around and around. spending hours out after dark playing tag or hide and seek with the kids in the neighborhood because they, like you, hated to be inside. unlike today when the kids spend all their time wrapped up in violent video games that lead to the violence they display outside in the real world, or the milkman leaving those cold bottles of milk right on your door step. If i find that time machine, I wont think twice before climbing inside and setting the controls back to the late sixties and early seventies. nope, not a second thought.
Judging from your comment you must also be from the Napa Valley. How well I remember the tunnel of trees on the way to St. Helena. Thanks for the comment.
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