Favorite memory

[worldofmichelle]

I used to think my aunt and uncle were crazy. Don't get me wrong, I loved them, and I loved what they were doing, but they had to be nuts. I mean, who would deliberately build a house without a toilet or running water

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[omegakeptclose]

When I was little... my parents owned this huge farm way out in the boonies of Kentucky. Endless forests, constant streams... and it was my favorite place in the whole wide world.

I would knock over old trees, or even chop them down when my dad gave me a hatchet for Christmas, and build forts and small houses out in the woods. When my dad eventually felt I was old enough for a gun (at the age of 8), I eventually started shooting critters, and cooking them up right there in my little 8-year old fire pit in front of my little 8-year old fort.

I don't think I've ever been as happy as I was, when I ate burnt rabbit under the those stars.

[worldofmichelle]

And that was the point of this entry... to remind us of the magic of being a free child.