Things, Wordless Wednesday Wholesome Childhood October 18, 2017 How do you measure your childhood? By counting your friends? By the number of cool toys you had? By how many fun places you’ve visited? How about how dirty you were, everyday when you got home from your adventures? I like that last one. It’s how I measure some of my childhood. My younger days weren’t always clean dresses and spotless shoes. And I liked it that way. A muddy bike is proof of a grand adventure. Wouldn’t you agree? Now, let’s start the linky party! Please share your Wordless Wednesday post below, and then be sure to visit these awesome linky parties too: BeThere2Day, OhMyHeartsieGirl, aquariannart, CreateWithJoy, and Image-In-Ing! Loading InLinkz ... SUBSCRIBE TO NEW POSTS You have Successfully Subscribed! Previous Burger Lounge Newer Disneyland Parade Flashback (2011) 18 Comments kid can doodle October 18, 2017 at 02:36 Reply That’s a nice measure of childhood. I remember playing outside a lot too, though I didn’t like getting dirty. Cheers. stevebethere October 18, 2017 at 03:43 Reply What a nice post I would agree with dirty too I was always outside 🙂 Have a tanfastic week 🙂 definitelybeautiful October 18, 2017 at 13:48 Reply Thank you. I was always outside too. Well…except during the typhoon months… 😉 definitelybeautiful October 18, 2017 at 13:52 Reply Thank you. I lived in a 3rd world country back then so there really wasn’t much choice but to go outside to play. And being in the city, getting dirty was unavoidable. 🙂 Cathy Kennedy October 18, 2017 at 04:46 Reply Janice, Oh, I remember some happy good times coming indoors after hours spent outside filthy and tired! I’d climb into our old ball and claw bathtub filled with hot, sudsy water to soak away the dirt & grime. By the time I got out of the tub it looked like I stepped out of a muddy creek. lol Those were the good ole days! definitelybeautiful October 18, 2017 at 13:47 Reply I didn’t have a bathtub or showers. I lived in a 3rd world country where we shared the bathroom area with the other tenants in the building. I don’t remember washing myself, because probably it was my mom who gave us baths using a bucket. But I do remember the getting dirty part! 😉 Patrick Weseman October 18, 2017 at 07:30 Reply Someone told me, as a child if you weren’t dirty it wasn’t worth doing. Thanks for hosting and have a wonderful week. definitelybeautiful October 18, 2017 at 13:45 Reply My children will whole heartedly agree to that! Have a great week, too! Teresa Kindred October 18, 2017 at 07:32 Reply Still have scars on my knees from bike wrecks from long, long ago! definitelybeautiful October 18, 2017 at 13:44 Reply I was going a 1 million miles per hour, tire hit a puny rock, wiped out like a surfer on asphalt, skidded for an eternity, and got pebbles stuck in my wounds. Ahhhh….those were the good ol’ days! Joyce Lansky October 18, 2017 at 08:13 Reply I would totally agree. The test of a healthy kid can be determined by looking at the scabs on the knees. definitelybeautiful October 18, 2017 at 13:42 Reply Yep. I’ve got the scars to go with ’em! 😉 Lydia C. Lee October 18, 2017 at 12:57 Reply Someone looks like they were busy!! definitelybeautiful October 18, 2017 at 14:02 Reply Oh yes, they definitely were! Question left is…who will clean it up? 😉 Karren Haller October 18, 2017 at 13:50 Reply Some of my recollection as when I would go to my grandfathers farm, would ride on the tractor to check out the cattle and the pumps then back to the barn to see the barn animals, dairy cows, pigs, lambs, chickens, and the kittens that would hang around waiting for milk. And then the ride back home through the fields of sunflowers. Thanks for your thoughts! definitelybeautiful October 18, 2017 at 13:54 Reply Oh sounds like a wonderful farm to grow up in! My grandpa had one in the province too. I was always afraid of the cow though. She was always tied up, because she wasn’t fenced in, and she had the tendency to charge towards you when you crossed the path that was next to her. I ALWAYS went the long way around! 😉 Handmade Jewelry Haven Blog October 23, 2017 at 17:37 Reply My childhood was all about scraped up knees and stomping in rain puddles! Grand times indeed! Thanks for sharing! – Lisa definitelybeautiful October 24, 2017 at 21:45 Reply Thank you Lisa for stopping by. Sounds like you had an awesome childhood too! Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Name * Email * Website Comment This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.