Going Back in Time at 59 Years
I grew up in a small town in Marshall County Iowa. I lived in the north part of town, in the back of
my home, there was a small area that was full of trees. I loved to play back in those trees, when I was
a child. I could imagine all sort of adventures that I was on, for instance being maid Marian from the Adventures of Robin Hood or Jane from Tarzan. Tarzan was my hero, As a child I was thrilled when I was able to get a little golden book with Tarzan. I also picked mushrooms in between my house and the neighbors house. We had a big garden out back in the summer time. As a child I also rode my purple sting-ray all over town. One of the things, I use to do is ride my bike down the three steps that was going from the street to the Christian Church, There were two churches back than the Christian Church and the Catholic Church. When I was real small around 5 years I remember seeing women in long black gowns, walking up the street from the first house I lived in. I want to say that my mom explained to me that those women were called sisters (nuns), but I can't because I was raised by my Aunt. I will not go that far back in my history, because I am unsure of what is true and what is false. It does not really matter because I am alive and well, and that is what really counts. it does bother me though why my aunts and uncles that were my mothers siblings never bother to get to know us. It feels live part of me is missing . I know, I have cousins on my mother's side, but if I should pass them on the street I would not know it. It sad, but life is never fair. But I am thankful for the chance to know my cousins on my father's side. Well enough of my rambling on for now. I will continue this story as memories come to my mine.
my home, there was a small area that was full of trees. I loved to play back in those trees, when I was
a child. I could imagine all sort of adventures that I was on, for instance being maid Marian from the Adventures of Robin Hood or Jane from Tarzan. Tarzan was my hero, As a child I was thrilled when I was able to get a little golden book with Tarzan. I also picked mushrooms in between my house and the neighbors house. We had a big garden out back in the summer time. As a child I also rode my purple sting-ray all over town. One of the things, I use to do is ride my bike down the three steps that was going from the street to the Christian Church, There were two churches back than the Christian Church and the Catholic Church. When I was real small around 5 years I remember seeing women in long black gowns, walking up the street from the first house I lived in. I want to say that my mom explained to me that those women were called sisters (nuns), but I can't because I was raised by my Aunt. I will not go that far back in my history, because I am unsure of what is true and what is false. It does not really matter because I am alive and well, and that is what really counts. it does bother me though why my aunts and uncles that were my mothers siblings never bother to get to know us. It feels live part of me is missing . I know, I have cousins on my mother's side, but if I should pass them on the street I would not know it. It sad, but life is never fair. But I am thankful for the chance to know my cousins on my father's side. Well enough of my rambling on for now. I will continue this story as memories come to my mine.
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