When I was young, I lived in the country on a farm about 3 miles from town. There were no children to play with aside from my sisters, but I didnt mind too much. I was more of a reader than an outdoors kind of child. I rode my bike a lot...but never did much camping or fishing or stuff like that. At the time I didnt mind.
Right now tho, I'm really getting into nostalgia and life from say late 1800s to about 1960. I've purchased quite a few books lately on life back then. How to make items for the farm and home...wildfood, hunting, fishing, scouts....and a part of me kinda yearns for that. Growing up I wasnt in scouts. I dont think there were boy scouts but I do remember there were cub scouts in Crewe. I went camping when I was in Royal Ambassadors at my church but I really dont remember too much about it.
I look at my nephew Sam and am kinda envious. He's the kinda boy that a part of me wishes I could have been. I was never much a hunter. I remember killing a small bird with my BB gun and I cried over killing him. Guess I was too soft hearted.
At least with the books I can somehow learn what life was like and could have been like. To be a child again.....
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