Wholesome Childhood

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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18 thoughts on “Wholesome Childhood

    1. 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. 🙂

  1. 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!

    1. 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! 😉

    1. 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!

  2. 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!

    1. 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! 😉

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