Some days I try to turn off the hustle bustle of traffic up and down our road and take my mind back to a simpler place and time.
For a moment I forget about the hectic, adult obligations of the here and now ~ and I smell lilacs in full bloom in our yard just clear of the clothes line where Mom is hanging clothes on the line.
Its quiet there, in my once upon a time world. Paying attention to detail, I notice the green grass and even the patches of dirt where grass won't grow. My hands and arms are dirty from a full day of play.
There are no worries. No obligations. No deadlines. The only drama is kids stuff, and it all washes away with our weekly bath. (ugh! Did I say weekly?)
The old four room house is hot in the summer and cold in the winter. There is a path out back to the outhouse when we need to go. But we don't complain. We make do.
I think about my life. I've come a long way since those once-a-week baths and the outhouse path.
But somehow... somewhere along the way... I seem to have lost the innocent little girl who thought life was all good... once upon a time.
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