growing up country
- April 14, 2008 at 10:53 AM by BraydensMama163
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| I'm 19 years old and I know I could hardly call myself grown but I still like to think about the good ole days when mama would put me in my sun dress and rubber boots and I go run thru the yard with my little hound dog. Or being a bit older and running out in the fields at my grandmas house picking blackberries and playing in the dirt with my cousin and the zillions of stray cats we had. I also remember summers at my papaws house, he had a beautiful spot of land where he had apple and pear trees and blueberry bushes every where and we'd go out in the garden and help him pick tomatoes and cucumbers to pickle and collards to boil. We use to run thru the woods trying to outrun "the wid hog" we never knew if he was real or not but we ran like he was hot on our tails. We would scream and run and laugh, all summer long, I remember the 4 wheeler ride where I almost lost a toe, my paws remedy....he stuck my foot in a bucket of aolchol, it burned like crazy and i cried but by the next day it had scabbed over and eventually the skin grew back together...gross but anyway its something i remember from my childhood it wasn't always good but i made some good memorys |
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