Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Summer by Leann Harris
Summer's here. It's been a wet beginning to the season, but welcomed. I grew up in a small town in Colorado. If you wanted to go anywhere, you walked. I'd pick up a friend and we'd walk to the Woolworth's or ice cream store. Or I'd walk down another big hill to the pool. In a different direction was the rec center. But what I remember are the sounds--kids playing, dogs barking or the wind in the trees and the brook at the bottom of the hill. You could let your imagination fly. 
I guess that's when I became a writer.
I miss those days.
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I spent many of my summers when I was young with my nose between the pages of book after book. The highlight of the summer, though, was my birthday, which is in the middle of July. I looked forward to the card from my grandmother. It always had a ten-dollar bill tucked inside, which was a lot of money back then. My mom would take me shopping. We'd go to Ben Franklin's, Newberry's and Woolworth's, and I'd consider many options before finally spending most of my money on purses. I loved them then, and I love them now. =)
I walked or rode my bike to friends house, school or to Jewel. When my boys were little we'd walk to play grounds, McD's and school for them.
Now we walk but only on the camp because stores are to far away.
😀😀😀😀
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