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?
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That’s a nice measure of childhood. I remember playing outside a lot too, though I didn’t like getting dirty. Cheers.
What a nice post I would agree with dirty too I was always outside 🙂
Have a tanfastic week 🙂
Thank you. I was always outside too. Well…except during the typhoon months… 😉
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. 🙂
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!
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! 😉
Someone told me, as a child if you weren’t dirty it wasn’t worth doing.
Thanks for hosting and have a wonderful week.
My children will whole heartedly agree to that! Have a great week, too!
Still have scars on my knees from bike wrecks from long, long ago!
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!
I would totally agree. The test of a healthy kid can be determined by looking at the scabs on the knees.
Yep. I’ve got the scars to go with ’em! 😉
Someone looks like they were busy!!
Oh yes, they definitely were! Question left is…who will clean it up? 😉
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!
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! 😉
My childhood was all about scraped up knees and stomping in rain puddles!
Grand times indeed!
Thanks for sharing!
– Lisa
Thank you Lisa for stopping by. Sounds like you had an awesome childhood too!