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Hard decisions

Thinking back to the summers of my youth, I remember the “hard” decisions we  faced:

1) Weed now or after swimming?  (Now! Get it over with)

2)  Sleep in the tent or in the house?  (Always the tent)

3)  Take a ride bareback or saddle up? (Depended on the terrain and which horse I was on)

4)  Go to town with Dad? (Always, because if you went with the Candy Man, candy soon followed)

5) Do chores for Grandma and earn $$ for the fair?  (Sign me up! I loved her and the fair!)

How old would you be if you didn’t know your age?  Some days I still am that pig-tailed girl ready to saddle up my pony for another adventure.   It’s summer that takes me back there.

This is about how old I feel today  (( me in gr 4  )); an emjayandthem photo

(( me in gr 4 )) ; an Emjayandthem photo

And lastly … summer should always bring some of the following to us:

Remember?

Remember?  Google.images

When you remember your summers, what “hard” decisions come to mind?

 

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23 thoughts on “Hard decisions

  1. Summer does bring back the memories. We had an ice cream truck and that was the hardest decision. There were different flavored twinsicles or fudgsicles or popsicles. Then we got Mr. Softee with soft serve — plain cone, strawberry sundae? It was so hard! I could only have one. Some weeks I planned out my ice cream like a business person.

    • We didn’t have an ice cream truck but there was a veritable feast of ice cream concoctions at the Lake’s greasy spoon & canteen 🙂 I remember padding in there, water still running off of my swimsuit, with my fist full of coins to order my very favorite treat – a caramel swirl bar, kind of like a fudgsicle yet better 🙂 Mmmm MJ

  2. What a sweet blog (no pun intended!).

    I always “went to town”. “Town”, any town for that matter, had more excitement than the farm…so I went too!

    Mom always had chores for us. She pretty much demanded that the “chores get done in the cool of the morning”….so yeah…that’s stuck with me.

    R

    • I was always up for going to town, too 🙂 And, like you, our chores were mostly done in the morning. She gave us the option of weeding her 1/2 acre garden AFTER swimming knowing full well we’d do it first, get good & hot, then she’d drop us at the lake for a few hours. I think the lake saved her sanity in those years 🙂 MJ

  3. Isn’t it fun to look back? Oddly enough , I can’t really remember any difficult decisions…I guess deciding whether to play Barbies with my niece or go outside and play in the yard? And that probably depended on whether or not it was raining!
    Fun post, MJ!

    • Play inside (under the piano and dining room table for us) or out in the yard/hills/barn? 🙂 Glad you enjoyed this one, Dianna! MJ

  4. How we decided whose turn it was to hop over the fence and retrieve the football from the miserable old neighbour who we were sure was a witch. She scared the shite out of us. For some reason it always seemed to be me!

  5. I think I’d be about 11 or 12 years old…before all the angst of being a teen set in.

  6. I sometimes think I am more of a child now than I ever was as a kid. Perhaps I was born old and am regressing.

  7. Roller skates or bicycle? Sprinkler or wading pool? Basketball in the alley or baseball in one of the back yards? We were rarely, if ever allowed a treat from the ice cream truck, but Mom made the BEST chocolate malts in her blender. Thanks for bringing back great memories, MJ!

    • Remember the games we made up for how to run through the sprinkler? We could spend hours doing that!

      We didn’t have an ice cream truck but the little snack shack at the lake had a goodly supply of delectable treats + the best onion rings this side of heaven. Summer days were great back then — ahhh MJ

  8. Ride bikes or play hide and seek! Climb a tree or do back bends. And weren’t we lucky to have such idyllic childhoods? Our decisions seemed earth shaking though didn’t they?

  9. Which book to read next. You were such a cutie in 4th grade. You still look like that, too.

    • oh the books! I had a stack of comic books and a pile of library books – on rainy days, we liked to stay inside and draw – doodle cartoons and scenes from “Archie.” My grand-kids are amazed at my doodling skills 🙂 Thank you for the compliment, hubbs says I still have that same smile and I say “I’d hope so!”
      MJ

  10. What a cute munchkin you were MJ!

  11. Stay all day or half day at the pool? Depended on if the cute boy was there….

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