Nursery Rhymes are prevalent in recent recorded history. In fact, nursery rhymes and children's games have their roots in religious antiquity.

Some of my fondest memories are times when I was ankle deep in the mud pit we made by dumping buckets of water in the yard. My hands, face and clothes were covered in mud as my siblings and I styled the most delicious mud pies for our make believe friends. Mom wasn't worried because she had the hose hooked up and ready to water us down before we came into the house. It was a great way to spend a hot summer afternoon!

Mud pies, water games, sunshine and laughter was the perfect recipe for keeping kids entertained. That was many years ago, more than I care to admit. That memory makes me wonder if kids know how to have fun these days with simple things from the earth. I grew up when playing in the dirt was cool.

Today I had the pleasure of sharing with a couple mothers about fond memories of our children's youth. The subject came up on a facebook stream when a woman posted this thread topic....

Spring Styer posted ..."I’m so thankful for my kids...If it weren’t for them...I’d never know what a cool sound my vacuum cleaner makes when it sucks up Rice Crispies..."

That prompted me to join the dialogue because it brought up fond memories of Rice Crispies and legos and melted crayons..not necessarily all items in the same sentence or event. But it got us talking. Spring responded to my comment then someone else who could relate joined in and we soon realized that in our common bonds we had similar experiences that would bring joy in reminiscing. I want to share that joy with my blog readers. Enjoy memories of "melted crayons in the car rear window" and see if you can relate.

I know what you're gonna say...that's dangerous! Well, I was always careful so don't worry about me. I don't ride my bicycle along the tracks anymore. When I was a young 'un, I used to follow the tracks but I rode my bike on the road right next to the tracks. It's the same road used by railroad personnel to check the track line for loose rails or things on the track. I never touched the railroad property. I just enjoyed following for  a long distance and in those days, I believed that if I stayed close enough to the tracks it would lead me to some magical place far away. My curiosity sometimes took me twenty miles away from home and my parents would come looking for me. Ahhh, such fond memories!


The Midnight Writer

Most young folks love tree houses! I know I did and I still do. One of the things that I would like to do this summer is to build one with my grand kids so I can share with them the memories of my wisdom in youth.