So, should I make my blog a diary, post chapters from the novel I wrote or keep it all about fitness and building my team? Well, trying to build my team. It’s almost like I need 3 separate blogs to cover it all and keep it straight. Right now, I have no audience anyway and to build one I’m clueless. For now perhaps a self-help type diary about real life as I see it and how it’s treating me so far would be good. I’ll even give a back ground of events leading up to modern day stuff both good and not so good. I wonder if language will be a factor of offending someone. Oh wait, then don’t read it! LOL! Ya know, this MAY BE a good start on a book. After all, some of the stuff I’ll talk about over time will be like, WTF!??? No way that’s true! But it is because I have no reason to lie about anything. Of course, there are the things that will remain secret forever but that’s not relevant to the life line.
The earliest memory I have that’s clear like it just happened, is a happy one from 1963. Ya, I’m old, get over it,,, LOL! It was Christmas and I just turned 4yrs old a few weeks prior. My dad, Oh I mean Santa, gave me a signed football from the Chicago Bears (imitation). That was the most awesome gift I remember ever getting as a child. Dad and I would play catch for hours. He taught me how to throw it properly and catch it instead of stepping aside being afraid of it coming at me at what I felt was like a million miles an hour. I kicked it, tossed it, even played by myself with it many times. That ball was like the world to me. I still remember how it felt in my little hands, how the fake leather smelled and what all the signatures looked like. Even when it started to peal like a banana, I kept playing with it. Little did I know there would not be may memories ahead with that kind of positive, happy impact on my life. They say that little boys have the strongest bond with their mom but in my case, I always felt closer to my dad than my mom. Where to go from here with my life journey, I’m not sure. Do I give details of Elementary schools to Jr. high and on to High School? Skip a little?
OK, let’s fast forward the early years a little, seeing how things were for me on a day to day typical stuff in my life feed. Sort of like watching commercials on fast forward to get back to the show. I grew up on 6 acres of very dense woods. The house sat pretty much centered in it all and cold NOT be seen from the road except during the winter when the trees were bare but seemed to take on a new full look when the snow would build up upon their branches. I had my own little winter wonderland every year to play in. Half way down the driveway, to the street, there was a small retention of water in a low spot. My dad had it dug out to be a little better than 15 ft deep and about 100 or so feet across. It made an awesome little pond for all the ducks we raised. That is a chapter all in it’s self about the pond. It will unfold though as I continue. I remember having to shovel that driveway that was the length of a football field plus a little more. It made for a great sleigh ride from the house to the street. It wasn’t a straight run though, it had a little bit of a turn to it and with all the trees along side, it looked more like a little side dirt road than a driveway. It sure was fun to see far you could get on the sled before you would veer off or tip over.
My dad was a gun collector, so I grew up learning about them and how to shoot and reload ammunition from the starting point of actually melting down the lead to cast the bullets. That part was done in the basement. I can remember the sound of the cold night wind going through the trees outside. There was a big stone fireplace in our house and I could watch it for hours as I sat by it. I’d poke it a little and of course get yelled at for doing it. My attention would then be placed on the TV. It was a Black-n-White, there wasn’t color ones out just yet. It had a round screen and got 3 main channels. Then with a flip of the second dial, you could bring in 3 or 4 more. It really depended on the weather outside and how well you had your antenna placed. One day my parents got a device that hooked up to it so we could turn the antenna with the push of a button to bring the stations in better. Technology was really on the cutting edge in our house!
Life wasn’t bad at all really back then during the really early years. I had no friends though because of the distance to the nearest kid my age was about 3 miles and no way I was allowed to walk that far at 5 or 6 yrs old. Not for fear of getting snatched up but my sense of direct wasn’t that great and so the risk of getting lost was the issue. Back then, you didn’t need to lock your door at night while you slept or your windows. There was no AC, so summertime was hot! Windows were open, fans a blowin, doors open for the cross breeze. We had screen doors to keep the bugs out. It was always so beautiful during the seasons with the trees turning colors, the little narrow streams of water running from the snow melting. I would walk around the woods for hours, exploring here and there, turning over rocks and large branches that had fallen, in hopes to find something to paly with like a frog or salamander. Once I found two baby possums. I didn’t tell mom about that find, she would have freaked. They were fun to paly with though.
I learned a great deal about nature from watching stuff and listening to my dad and grandpa tell me things. Grandpa lived only two doors down from us but that was about a half mile. I was allowed to walk there and back. We had no cell phones, iPad, lap tops or tablets and it was fine. I found a lot of things in those woods that I could never explain and when I asked about it I was just looked at like I was crazy or making things up. As I grew, I did learn the answers to most of it. But the one most chilling event that took place and will forever be an unforgotten mystery in my life was the night of the scream. It was before the add on to the house was done so I was around 7 and I had a sister that was a little older, she was around 9. It was late on a warm summer night. Her and I shared a room, it was no big deal back then. Mom was at work on the night shift at the hospital. She was a Medical Lab Technician. Well, we were talking softly as to not wake up dad. Our window was open for the breeze and suddenly we hear over the sound of the crickets, frogs and other nightly little woodland creatures, a scream. We both just sat sill, afraid to move and didn’t have a clue what to do. I remember it well. It sounded like a woman screaming, similar to what you would hear in some late-night horror movie. Almost a hint of crying could be heard mixed into the screams. Slowly we closed the window and pulled the curtain shut.
We didn’t want to wake dad, figuring he’d get upset. The screaming didn’t seem to last long at all but we weren’t going to open the curtains or window to really find out. We imagined all kinds of things ranging from a ghost to a Zombie looking for a victim in the night. Or, a Victim being chased in the night. Either way that curtain and window stayed shut! We told mom about it the next day and she didn’t seem to really believe it and told us were wrong for not waking dad, what if someone needed help? She was right. I’ll always wonder what happened that night in the woods. Continuing the fast-forward childhood time line, when I continue with the next blog, it will be getting into my school years. If at any time through any of this someone would like a fuller detail of an event or description, please feel free to ask. Hmm, this really COULD become a cool book when I get done, or at least caught up to present day.
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