Childhood Memories...

Amy has started a new blog to inspire writing. Since I could use all the help I can get in that area, I'm in. It's great inspiration, head on over and give it a look see.
This week's challenge is to write about your favorite childhood memory. So here is mine...


I was a nature lover and in awe of all of God's creation as a child, as I am now. I don't remember how many hours I spent in the back of that Bonneville travelling to Kentucky at the age of ten, but I do remember not sleeping a wink, gazing out the window at the amazing sights. "Ooh, look at that!" was all my family heard the entire trip.
I remember approaching a mountain with a low lying cloud, covering the very tip. I was tingling all over, knowing that we were headed in that very direction, knowing that we would drive right through the cloud and hoping against all hope that the cloud would not lift before we got there. It began to get foggy until we almost couldn't see a thing. "Where's the cloud now?"
"We're inside it." ( A cloud looks a little different from the inside.)Silly little girl that I was, they pulled over so that I could get out and run and hop around. "I'm walking on a cloud!"

Dad was known for his frequent stops on long car rides. "Look, there's a park!" and the car would come to a screeching halt. So somewhere along the Blue Ridge Mountains, we spotted a trail. Just Dad and I went while Mom waited in the car with my sister. Looking back, I'm thinking they just needed to separate us for a while. Up we went through the overgrown and little traveled trail up the side of the mountain, sticks poking us in the eye, thorns tugging at the sides of our shirts, and bugs flying around our heads as we went, but I was in my glory. I don't imagine the vegetation or the wildlife was much different than our woods in our own back yard, but I was in a different state! This was a trip of a lifetime and I soaked in every sight, smell and emotion. The trail was long and steep and Dad turned to me, huffing a bit and said, "Are you ready to head back down?" But before I could answer, a woman came around the corner, headed back down the hill saying "Don't turn back now, you have to see the view."
I don't know where she came from. Our car was the only one on the side of the road. But we sure are glad she had come along. Just as she promised, a few more steps up the trail, came a clearing. A small fence sat at the edge of the cliff on the side of what appeared to be the tallest mountain on the entire range. Trees and lakes for miles. Birds flew far beneath us.



"Imagine you're that bird. Cant you just feel yourself soaring?" He told me as we layed on our bellies, peeking over the edge.

I get my love of photography from my Dad, so of course, we snapped a few photos before heading back down the hill. But without the picture, I could still remember as if I were there right now. I can still call to mind every tree, every cloud, the wind, and just how I felt.

(BTW- arent you just oh so jelous of my pink LA Gear high tops?)