Ok. So picture the Judd's singing, "Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days." Let that tune stick in your mind as you read the following paragraphs. I love the old ways of life that have mysteriously found me. I was raised in the city limits of Scottsville, Kentucky. I loved looking at the "moo cows" that just so happened to be in our backyard, separated by a fence, thanks to a neighbor who owned just enough land to accommodate them. They were friendly for the most part, but I always longed for one of them to let me feed it from my bare hands. I got close a few times, but their skiddish demeanor left them just out of reach. My small city life as a child was good, safe, and reliable. My parents worked their tails off, ensuring that bills were paid and we had food on the table. We bought new tennis shoes, once a year at the beginning of school. We were never allowed to wear them out of the house until that first day of...
Sharing my simple "joys" of life