Before I was of age to have to go to school, I was always the first to wake in the morning. I would quickly get dressed and rush outside. I loved seeing the world come alive. Seeing the paperboy, egg, and milk men make their deliveries. It wasn’t long and I was hungry, rushing back home where Mom had breakfast ready. And then back outside.
We lived next to the Bayou and if Dad needed me home, He would drive the neighborhood and honk his horn. One long and two short honks.
When I was preparing to retire last year, I kept telling myself, I’ll be as free as I was before kindergarten.
Well it sounded good at the time.
I’ll be as free as I was before kindergarten. —
What a wonderful thought (but mine was 1st grade).
I think I’ll add that to this year’s goals:
Ride more, Whine less — be free as before 1st grade.