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FTE Remembers
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From: Millersville, MD
Afternoon world....today was Wifey's Doctor day! Good deal tho....one year after hip # 2 surgery - a clean bill of health for both and she doesn't go back for check-up for TWO years
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From: Drummonds, TN USA
1974 or about then it was...
Once upon a winter, cold and still
Trees like skeletons of what they would be
The bike trail was frozen in places
Late as it was in the year
Wheaton Regional park
A fine forrest
Anything could be found here
Sometimes deer, very young ones
Snow crunches underfoot
A crisp smell chills the nose
Toes can get tingly or lose feeling
In boots not well suited
A coat, and jacket, a sweater, and several t-shirts
Sweat pants, and a pair of levies over them.
Layers to keep warm
And gloves, if you could stand to lose the touching ability
Sometimes I didn't want to lose that
I had to be able to feel the branches and play with things
But fingers unprotected got numb
And you had to stick them back in your pockets a lot.
The lake was frozen except for the very center
All the old stories about breaking through the ice warned against it
Still I cut across the end opposite the dam
Listening for the ice to creak
At Col. E. Brooke Lee school, home room was already happening
I was late, but I didn't care. What good was it?
What would I see in that place compared to this?
And I didn't have to put up with bullies at the bus stop
I trudge past the skating rink, no sign of anything going on
Turn up onto the trail to school
I could have ridden a warm bus, and been on time.
But that was not for me, it wasn't safe
So instead I wandered through the winter woods
Gathering memories to last for years
And my heart hardened against stupid people
Who made the bus a thing to be shunned
Rather I should be a wanderer
Seeing things no one else heard of except in class
It gave me a freedom in a way
Greg Johnson could kiss my ***!
Chipped tooth idiot that he was...
I often had some beer barrel root beer candies, or cinnamon treats with me on those walks. But this is a true account, there was a punk that picked on younger kids and stole from them - who made me become strong.
I chose my own path
And I hope his own karma hit him HARD!
* I wrote all of that thinking back, I suppose I would not have even thought of it if the winter had not brought cold days to Memphis. But the woods of Maryland were a wonderful place to wander in. I can't think of a better place to go and enjoy the woods
Trees like skeletons of what they would be
The bike trail was frozen in places
Late as it was in the year
Wheaton Regional park
A fine forrest
Anything could be found here
Sometimes deer, very young ones
Snow crunches underfoot
A crisp smell chills the nose
Toes can get tingly or lose feeling
In boots not well suited
A coat, and jacket, a sweater, and several t-shirts
Sweat pants, and a pair of levies over them.
Layers to keep warm
And gloves, if you could stand to lose the touching ability
Sometimes I didn't want to lose that
I had to be able to feel the branches and play with things
But fingers unprotected got numb
And you had to stick them back in your pockets a lot.
The lake was frozen except for the very center
All the old stories about breaking through the ice warned against it
Still I cut across the end opposite the dam
Listening for the ice to creak
At Col. E. Brooke Lee school, home room was already happening
I was late, but I didn't care. What good was it?
What would I see in that place compared to this?
And I didn't have to put up with bullies at the bus stop
I trudge past the skating rink, no sign of anything going on
Turn up onto the trail to school
I could have ridden a warm bus, and been on time.
But that was not for me, it wasn't safe
So instead I wandered through the winter woods
Gathering memories to last for years
And my heart hardened against stupid people
Who made the bus a thing to be shunned
Rather I should be a wanderer
Seeing things no one else heard of except in class
It gave me a freedom in a way
Greg Johnson could kiss my ***!
Chipped tooth idiot that he was...
I often had some beer barrel root beer candies, or cinnamon treats with me on those walks. But this is a true account, there was a punk that picked on younger kids and stole from them - who made me become strong.
I chose my own path
And I hope his own karma hit him HARD!
* I wrote all of that thinking back, I suppose I would not have even thought of it if the winter had not brought cold days to Memphis. But the woods of Maryland were a wonderful place to wander in. I can't think of a better place to go and enjoy the woods
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