Six places. I just finished reading 6 awesome places
here and I'm having a REALLY hard time thinking of somewhere original! Plagiarism. So tempting.
I'll list 6 places I love, instead!
1. This one is a tiny bit plagiarized. Sorry Fancy! Remember my seven wants that pretty much sounded like I lived in a hovel, with the roof about to fall in? That place. The house that my family lives in. Lately, I've been feeling like a family of two was somehow less of a family. But hey, we have love, and we have a house that love is building. We're building little traditions in our little house, that are just right for this little family. Love this house.
2. The little dip in the rocks, under the pine, above the house in Flinton. It has a floor of moss, and I'd sit in there and dream silly things about childhood loves and who I'd be when the new school year started. That's my place.
3. Way up in a pine tree. I miss the fearlessness that allowed me to scale 60+ foot pines (the very, VERY best, if stickiest, trees to climb) and sit for as long as I wasn't being summoned to supper. Pines hold a special place in my heart. So many of my childhood memories are scented by them. Poking holes in veins of sap just to see it bead up, using the flexible strong branches to lower me to another level of rock, gathering up dry needles to hear them flare and turn in to orange curls near a fire... I sure did love tree sitting and watching the forest go by around me.
4. My teeny weeny bachelor pad I had in Gananoque. Now, if you had told me when I lived there, that I would say this years later, I would tell you to set down the crack pipe. But it had floor to ceiling windows with "sit in me" sills, and an old deep bath tub. The rent was 400.00 a month. Other than that, it was the size of a closet... but man, I LOVED reading by those windows and soaking in that tub with a candle or 12 and a book. And paying so damn little to live. I'll never know that again!
5. The pond behind out first house is Flinton. I wish Shae could study four seasons of a single pond! Tadpoles, frogs, dry up (and these insanely tiny frogs that would appear), refill and freeze up to shovel for a skate. Hmmmm... my yard now IS pretty large...
6. My last favorite place is no longer there... the bridge outside of my gramma/parent's house was replaced the year I had Shae. They built a new one beside it, and pulled down the old. We used to jump off the bridge and swim out to bask on the rocks by shore for entire days. I once stepped on a pond frog in my zeal to leap into the river, got out and watched that poor frogs heart stop beating as it rested just outside its mouth. I knew where EVERY damn boulder was and knicked my foot off of every single one anyway. There's likely 100 of my hooks, and many cheap pieces of jewellery I've lost in the tiny bit of river... and now it's gone. So much detail etched into that place. I miss my bridge.
My brother and my nephew there. You can see the jumping rock beneath and behind.
