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Yesterday I wrote about our weekend at our cabin. My son (The Path of Grace) left a comment about missing the old school bus benches that used to ring the fire pit. Couldn’t resist pulling this picture out of my favorites album. 😀
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Benches
Old school bus benches
extracted, thrown out for trash;
stuff of memories.
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1982
I can still see them sitting
there by the fire,
covered in dirt
from a hard day’s digging,
making secret plans
only four-year-olds
can concoct.
A cabin in the forest
on old bus seats
by a hot campfire
is the perfect place
to ripen young children’s
budding imaginations.
Thanks for at least picking a decent picture. 😉
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Hey, I got your back, bud! 😀
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I really loved this:
“making secret plans
only four-year-olds
can concoct.”
I can’t remember my secret plans at four years old, but I’ll bet they were things I’d still want to do today! 🙂
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Well no doubt they involved the Indian teepee Grandpa built for them! LOL
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Wonderful pictures. Those seats look much more comfortable than the classic camfire sort!!!http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/06/23/three-cees-fun-fotochallenge/
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Actually they were pretty darn lumpy! LOL
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Each lump was a potential memory!!!
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Wow what a wonderful memory, I’m sure you may have gotten a bit emotional on this post. They look so happy and involved.
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They were a hoot. Always into something or other. Tim’s family had a cabin right across from ours. His mom and I were good friends and the boys grew up together though their paths certainly parted when they hit young adulthood. By then I was not sorry about that though our families remain very close to this day.
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I want that for Desiree still struggling to be better and identify what I am Mar hung towards
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So cute!
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Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few… Or however the song goes.
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