The joys of my life are writing, photography, sharing the good parts of life and
inspiring others. Some people look at the past with defeat and regret. I choose
to look at the diamonds that bring joy and happiness. We need to realize that
its not all struggle and trouble and to fix our minds on the things that are
and have been good and wonderful amidst everything else.
This is how inspiration comes to me. I have a
thought, I’m literally given a story in my mind to write and I write it down. Today I need
to share the beginning.
When I look back on the past years of my childhood/teen
years, my favorite parts always came from the visits with my grandparents. I don’t know what it was but it was where
happiness and freedom lived. Every time
we would visit, my brothers and I were
given each a dollar. We loved to walk
the seemingly many miles to the closest store in rural New Hampshire. Starting
by the river, through the covered bridge and along the side of the road. This
adventure took us all day. From rock throwing competitions off the bridge to
finding little treasures in the rocks by the river.
Our destination was candy, lots of candy. When we finally arrived at the store with our
dollar, we had to be diligent to make this dollar get as much candy as we
could. Penny Candy was the goal. The
bigger the bag, the better the score. We
opted for bottle caps and suckers, odd things in wrappers, and sometimes
powdery sugar stuff with dip sticks.
After we filled our bags, we began the trek back home. It was in
reality just about a mile. We traded candy and played along the bridges.
Sometimes we would sit and sort our loot and decide what we would save or eat.
Our parents never worried about us as long as we were home by dinner. We were
never in trouble for our bad choices of blowing our dollar all on candy, and
not once did anyone mention the mud on our shoes and body from the big
adventure. As a matter of fact, my
grandfather would even have more candy hidden in his pockets to add to our loot
bags.
The quest for Penny Candy was about the journey. It wasn’t
about the prize at the end or who has more or better, just about how much fun
the adventure was and the irreplaceable time with my brothers and my
grandparents.
I look at the future with the same expectation. Not about
the stuff or who has what or who is accomplishing their goals or not, I see the
adventure. The time we spend just spending time with family and friends opening
our loot bags of life sharing and trading all the parts. We are on this journey
together. I will share with you my treasures and I hope it will make this stretch of roadway a little more enjoyable.
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