My Hometown
Growing up in a small town on the Colorado
plains
there
wasn't much to do but the kids didn't complain.
There was only one theater and a free swimming
pool
so on
hot summer days we were able to stay cool.
With the
only skating rink ten miles away,
we'd
load up the car and be on our way.
We
didn't have a McDonald's or even a Burger King
so we
grew up without burgers, fries or rings.
Deprived? Not at all! That wasn't the case.
The
neighborhood kids grouped at our home base.
We sat
on the porch counting cars driving by
with
hide-n-go-seek and other games to rely.
When
snow drifts were deep, we were glad to comply
with a
snow holiday when buses couldn't get by.
We made
angels in the snow and many snowmen.
We built
snow forts and then try to defend.
We
explored deeply snowed country like lone pioneers,
tied
ropes to our waist and set off with a cheer.
Our big
dog, Teddy was always the lead
then out
to the country we would then proceed.
Friendships that developed will last a
lifetime.
We visit
when home and send cards Christmas time.
We
didn't have pressures. We were young and carefree
and grew
up without drugs, alcohol or today's
MTV.
