"A grownup is a child with layers on.''
- Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
When we lived on Cooks Road, I was fortunate enough to have a "play room" right off the kitchen. Mama and Daddy had also allowed me to use the little room at the back of the garage to play in. Once when I was in 3rd or 4th grade, the twins, Sherri and Terri came over to spend the day and play. It was their first time at our house and after I had showed them around and we had played some everywhere I usually played, they inquired "What is that, back there?" They were talking about a very old wooden shed. Part of it was open and part of it closed in. There were even a couple of windows in the closed in part. It sat in part of Jenny's pasture and Daddy kept some of his stuff for plowing out under the open part.
Nothing would do them, but we go back there and take a look around. They got so excited when they realized the little room had windows, and asked if we could clean it up and make it a club house. We started in doing what we could do. Soon we had to make a trip to the house to ask Mama for some supplies to help us get it in tip top shape. When she heard what we were up to, she was flabbergasted! She said we had no business there as it was summer and there could be snakes out there. All three of us set in to telling her how much we already had done and how wonderful it would be. She finally came outside with us, to inspect just what we were in and how things were. Probably because it was clear we had already been all over the room and had done so much already, Mama gave in and let us continue. We worked hard that day! My first time doing real housework! We were hot, sweat and dusty from the dirt floor. Yet, we were so proud of what we accomplished! I think we had about 30 minutes to admire and enjoy all of our hard work before the twins had to leave. No one ever went back to our amazing club house, either.
What is the biggest endeavor you undertook as a young child?
Did you and your friends have a club house?
Thanks for sharing!
|Mama bought a set of jacks and taught me how to|
play. Created a connected memory from her childhood to mine.