19 July 2008

Childhood Memories

I was reading a great post by bethany in which she talked about a flavor that takes her back to her childhood and posed the question of what takes us back to our youth.

Ah. . .that's easy for me! Rivers! Little River in Tennessee specifically. It was "my river". I can remember time and again loading up in Dad's truck, sometimes with our dogs, sometimes just the three of us, and riding for a couple of hours to the river. Dad would fish and Mom and I would walk the river bank, or on the rocks, or wade. It was wonderful times.

I've never had a fear of rivers, just the opposite; I've had a life-long love of the clear, running water. The sound, the smell, the cold, cold feel of it. . . All of this is a sense of "home" to me. A reminder of Mom and Dad and good times. Even now, I can't pass Little River without sticking my nose to the window (or out of it) and following the river as long as I can.

The first photo is me, at Little River, sometime around age three. As you can see, I was enjoying "my river". The second was taken there during a cold Thanksgiving day picnic, 2000--more great memories with Dad and Mom! Thanks bethany, for encouraging the remembrance of great times!


Blogger bethany said...

aren't memories great! that is a great post. Rivers are super fun. Thanks so much for sharing your kid memories :)

11:04 AM  
Blogger Debi said...

Oh Medbie, I loved this post! I love rivers, too, and creeks, and even little streams. I'm so not a beach girl, but give me a good old creek, especially running through the woods, and you've got a happy gal on your hands.

8:14 PM  
Blogger Medbie said...

Thanks y'all! I was glad to share. :D

I've never liked being hot, so I only like the beach in the winter or the rain and I've got a wee phobia about still water I can't see to the bottom of, so I'm not a lake girl, but I do love my rivers!

11:58 PM  

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