“If you feel disrespected and ignored, it’s always a sign you need to stop self-obsessing and focus on others. It’s time to go out there, be brave, and lift others up.” ~ Alex Mathers
While mom and Mary visited yesterday, I took a trip down memory lane. For me, that’s Jones Creek Road. Until sometime in the mid to late 1980s it was a gravel road, which was part of the fun of it, I thought. Gone are the mud puddles big enough to take a bath in and dust to choke your lungs. They also replaced the old iron bridge. That was a bigger disappointment than the blacktop. We played in this creek under that old bridge so much. I had a mini bike I rode on Jones Creek a lot. I used to pop wheelies off that bridge until I broke the frame in half. They welded it back together, but the second time I broke it, there wasn’t no welding it back together. If the water looks dirty it’s because it is. It’s filthy. I’ll talk more about that in another post. Suffice it to say, no one should be surprised at Eastern Kentuckians having a high rate of cancer. We’re a hearty bunch because we really ought to all be dead after playing in this. But you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing. Best childhood I could have ever hoped for.
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