This image by S. Herman & on Pixabay.com caught my eye the other day and brought back one of my fondest memories from childhood.
I fancied myself a Tomboy, but wasn’t very good at it. My rebellious effort to go barefoot in the yard resulted in running a stick up through my foot.
I did manage to climb the willow tree in our back yard, however. For those who aren’t familiar with willows, they have nice alternately spaced branches that make them fairly easy to climb. I used to get the amazing distance of about five feet off the ground with a book tucked under my arm. My companion was not a Teddy bear, but my ever faithful cat, who thought reading in a tree was the cat’s meow. She would follow me up and perch on a nearby branch or drape herself around my shoulders.
Like my magical swingset which could transport me to other star systems on command, I could pass an hour or more lost in a book, transported to who knows where.
Tell me about a special moment or memory from your childhood.
