My Mama emailed me this picture (passed on to her by my Aunt Theresa) and I couldn't believe the deluge of memories that flooded my mind.
I *loved* this old tire swing.
My grandparents' home was situated on flat land but just behind their house there was a sharp ledge and a drop off to the creek below. It had to be a 30 foot drop
(it seemed mind boggling when I was small) and this tree was right on the very edge where the drop off began.
I remember that if you were pushed the right way you flew out over the precipice--like floating in the air above nothing.
It was thrilling.
I would NEVER let my children swing on this swing =)
But my--oh my!!--I loved it so.
We spent so much time at my grandparents' home when I was little. We lived a mile or two away and would walk there everyday until we moved when I was 5.
My brain and heart are full to the brim with the happy, bittersweet memories that this simple image evoked.
It is hard to miss people, places and things.
So thankful for happy memories like...
*my special red, white and blue bathing suit my Grandma kept at her house for me to use in their pool (loved it!)
*my Grandpa teaching me how to swim--and to keep my fingers together so I would go farther when I would stroke my arms in the water.
*the ceramic Indian heads that hung on the bathroom wall
*Grandma's karate outfit
*blue jars of noxema on her bed table
*4 wheeler rides with Grandpa to the huge field of flowers/butterflies out back
*dancing with Grandma and my brothers to the Ghostbusters record in their basement
*playing with the old school fisher price little people house and cool hologram book in the toy room
*walking across their bridge to great-grandparents home
*the pretzels (rold gold) that Grandpa kept in the compartment in the end table next to his brown recliner
*the new car smell of Grandma's frequently new Toyota vehicles
I'm thankful for memories and the moments I have each day to make new ones for and with my precious family.