Monday, November 05, 2012

You can't go home again

This is a favorite picture of mine. I want to put it up so I will always have it (until the Internet explodes). This was my yard growing up, my playground, work-ground and imagination laboratory. We played and slept on the trampoline, we kicked field goals through the cherry trees, we hooked a zip line up to the big tree and tried not to die (ah, Toni?! Ah Toni!?) as it connected to the second cherry tree. I played catch with my dad and football with brothers and cousins. We irrigated in the sunshine and in the moonlight. We tried (more than once) to turn the gazebo into a swimming pool.

I wish I had a picture of the massive driveway behind the photographer. That is where we played basketball, jumped rope with cousins using giant 50 foot jump ropes. Where we rode bikes and fixed cars.
It was great place to grow up. This picture reminds me how good we had it.

3 comments:

Beetle said...

I love his picture too. It was also on this lawn that we held boxing matches, transported wheelbarrows full of cement back and forth, found the cave of wonders and rolled all around on the black pipe (or the white pipe inside the black one).

Stephanie said...

Yes, this place has many, many memories for me too! the black pipe! the irrigations, b.ball, softball everything fun! Man those were the days! We had awesome childhoods growing up didn't we!

Thaddeus said...

Toni, do you have a bigger version of that picture?