Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Another park adventure

With the weather being as nice as it has been ALL week long the hoolies and I have spent most of it outside.  Each day at a new park.  It has been good.  Today I have no pictures of the the swings, but the swings is where this little tale begins...

There once was a Momma who had two adventurous boys.  On Sunny days the three of them would travel to the playgrounds in far off lands where the boys would slide down slides slaying dragons and picnic tables would magically turn into ships in the middle of the roaring sea.  But one day the oldest of the two boys decided he wanted some time to practice his swinging skills.  So the three of them each grabbed a swing and quickly began riding on camels through the desert.

Clippity-clop, clippity-clop, clippity-clop away they went.  Momma was swinging the highest, uh I mean riding the fastest, yes that's what I meant:  Momma was riding the fastest.  As she was riding up a large hill she looked back to see her smiling boys only to realize the youngest, smallest one had gotten off his camel.  He was standing directly behind her.  Knowing she would quickly be coming down and would send him flying through the air, she did what only seemed best and jumped off her camel as he was running top speed.  At the peak of the incline she did a 180 mid air holding the swing with one hand while landing on her right foot. 

Young Laughter had no idea the danger he had been in. As for Man of the woods he continued on clippity-clop, clippity-clop, clippity clop. However when the time came for him to dismount he was inspired to jump.  From that time on Momma and Laughter shared the camel and went a Bear hunting for it was a beautiful day and we weren't scared.  And so the tale ends with good memories, a tender ankle, and lots of love.

1907.  More sun, 81 degrees in Maine in March.
1908.  Swings.
1909.  Tales of the imagination.
1910.  Man of the woods wanting to grow.
1911.  Laughter Innocent and younger then I sometimes remember.
1912.  A soft landing.
1913.  Lots of laughs.
1914.  Thrift stores.
1915.  Sales on goodies for the retreat.

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