The good old days

So growing up it was just me and my sis ( my twin) which can be good and bad. We we’re often close and often bitter enemies. We always made up quickly because it was us against the world. We were in preschool in North Carolina when on of us would be sent to the corner and they other would quickly go retrieve the other out of the corner. Most of our friends were the same, we did have a few that were our friends only. We would go explore the desert in southern Arizona like we were on some kind of artifact finding mission. We rode horses and acted like we were part of a rodeo. We had sleepovers and often slept on our front porch growing up. We had a lot of fun and some major fights.

We had one of those big green garbage cans you put by the road. It was clean and never used, there was no road side pick up where we grew up. You burned your trash or saved it in a pile and went to the dump. So we had this bright idea of my sister getting in the can and me wheeling her around in it. This worked for a bit she was having fun. Then I dropped the lid on the can and it had two pretty big screws that cut her head. Not really bad but I’m sure it hurt. We also used to go feed my neighbors horses, he was an old man who was friends with my grandpa before he died. We would cut through a yard and I’d step on the barbe wire while she went through or she would while I went through. One day on our way back home somehow the fence caught her leg and cut her pretty bad. I said sit down and wait here let me get mom. She was having none of it she bit me yes bit me and took off running to our house. It wasn’t really far but maybe like 6 good city blocks. I was like WTF she just bit me so I walked home slowly really mad. She had to go to the hospital and get like 20 stitches maybe more I can’t remember.

My sister is not a sensitive type person, she’s always been like this. Stuff that I’d cry over she wouldn’t and it didn’t seem to bother her. We’d play farm in our front yard and she would always act like a horse. We’d play video games with the neighbors, or I’d play football with them.

We had an outdoor playhouse, I once found a scorpion in so we didn’t go in there much. We enjoyed throwing up a tent and camping out roasting marshmallows. We also went real camping a lot. I once swam her across a man made lake in southern Arizona we would camp at. Because we didn’t have oars, I was exhausted after that. We had so much fun though. One time we went up camping where the Colorado River was. This was a little different because we usually camped near still water. There was a roped off part so we couldn’t get in to fast moving water. My mom had been tubing a few times and went tubing right where we were a few times. Then she and another group decided to go for a extended trip down the river. It began to get dark and she still wasn’t back, I remember we were really worried but my mom’s friend and her husband didn’t seem to care instead he was rummaging through all the food my mom brought. I don’t even remember how long or what time my mom left. We passed out from being exhausted and playing all day and woke up in the middle of the night and my mom still wasn’t back. The next morning me and my sister through a fit and her friend said they would give her a little more time and then notify someone. A few hours later my mom came walking back in camp all tore up she had cuts l over bad sunburn and was just generally all scraped and blooded up. She said her tube had drug her through some underbrush and got caught, got a hole in it and ended up turning over. She had to walk over this really high mountain or hill it’s hard to remember. She had lost her flip flops and her feet were cut up from the rocks. We we’re glad to have her back.

There was nothing better then Bacon and eggs cooked while camping. Laying there in the quiet under the stars. Cooking weenies and roasting marshmallows. Eating bologna sandwiches with some potato chips.

I’m glad I have memories like this because kids nowadays have no idea how to unplug and enjoy life. It’s not all their fault their parents are to busy with day to day activities to unplug as well. I wish I could go back and have one more camping trip like this, it’s not the same when you’re an adult. You have so much stuff to do before you can relax.

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Author: Jenns.crazy.life

I'm 37 and pretty boring but sometimes funny. I am married to a typical sometimes asshole sometimes sweet man. We don't have any biological children but we are raising my teenage niece. Oh boy the teen years the fun ones...not!! We have 4 cats and a few outside ones that belong to my neighbor but we feed them and call them community cats.

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