• Right now I”m smiling. I cannot tell you about the times I did something like this as a kid! Maybe it’s true but maybe not: “Not all that we desire is good for us.” Sometimes we don’t know, can clarify, cannot even express what we desire to know, if it’s actually what we wanted to begin with. But maybe that happens more as we get older? Lovely story – and drawings – Susan.

    • THAT made me smile Patricia. That is a very good point. I think you’re right, as we get older we seemed to figure that out… sometime… LOL. 🙂

  • I actually don’t have my own recollection of this, but when I was a little child my mother would tie a rope around my waist and attach it to the back porch so it allowed me to roam in my yard but not any further. Even then I was curious and my mother told me when I grew up that she would look out periodically to check up on me. More often than not, I had escaped and run off. Then she would tell our neighbor, “You go left and I’ll go right.” Obviously, I survived and I’m here to tell the story.

    • Hi Jeannette, I think we all have a story or two we can share about when we were kids. I do know I loved hearing your and I laughed because I pretty much did the same thing. 🙂 Oh, and obviously I survived my adventures too. 🙂

  • Susan, I can’t think right off about a similar situation although I was a naughty child so I’m sure something must have happened.
    I really enjoyed the story and absolutely love the drawings.

    • Aw, thank you Lenie. I’ll bet you could tell some great stories once you thouhgt about it. 🙂

  • Jacqueline Gum

    Oh my what a great story! And all the beautiful artwork too! The only thing I can recall is going in the barn on my grandfather’s farm and looking up at the loft. I so wanted to jump from that loft into the hay below. But it was all baled and neatly stacked and certainly not suitable for a soft landing. So I did what any naughty 8 year old would…I pulled all the hay out of the bales and made a nice landing place. I made at least 10 jumps before my father came in and hauled me away, stuffed under his arm!!! He was mad, but I didn’t get spanked! Secretly, I think he thought it was funny…even though it was him who had to go get the baler and do it all over again:) What I won’t forget? The feeling of flying and how exhilarating that was! LOL

    • Thank you Jacqueline… happy dance. I am SOOO glad you enjoy my images, even as simple as they are.

      I love your story. I have one that is very similar to yours… Hum… maybe I should write about it and mention yours. That would be fun, don’t you think?

    • Jacqueline Gum

      Very much fun! I’d love that:)

  • Wonder why the pigs like it. I especially like the drawing of the duck (chicken?) on the steps of the porch.

    • Go figure that one Leora… YUCK. The “chickens” are fun to draw. As you know, the trick is to keep them simple so they’re fun to look at. 🙂

  • Tim

    I have never had that exact scenario but the lesson I have had many times over; and like you, I am pretty sure will have many times more. Not sure what it is about it not fully sinking in. I think it’s the thrill of the adventure.

    • We all have a stories that relates to this lesson, don’t we Tim. The truth is, even thou we feel, hear and see the lesson we just can’t quite remember it when we need to… LOL. But, oh the adventures and stories we can tell. 🙂

  • Talk about soured expectations! It does indeed seem to be a lesson we have to learn over and over again, though the circumstances certainly change. Funny how some things apparently taste good to animals when the human palate goes, “Eww.” I think that every time I pop open a can of soft cat food for my mewling kitty.

    • That is a great way to putting it Jeri… LOL. Eww is indeed. I’m glad the pigs liked it… YUCK. It does seem there are a few lesson that we just never quite grasp, then we remember after the fact. 🙂

  • What a funny story but it is so true not everything is good for us. My grandfather had a pickle business. We had wooden barrels of them in our basement. I had no idea as a child what a pickle was. We were told not to open or touch the wooden barrels. I was so curious I couldn’t stand it. None of my sisters were interested but boy was I. The problem is that they were sealed. I couldn’t get the barrel lid off. I was able to knock the barrel over on the cement floor and all the pickles came flying out. I decided to try one and boy was I in for a surprise. My grandfather realized that something didn’t smell right and went downstairs and saw what I had done. He didn’t get mad but just looked at me and said why am I not surprised.

    • Yep that is so true.

      Oh WOW Arleen. I can just imagine the smell… LOL. I am sure your grandfather had a great time retelling the tale. 🙂

  • Niekka McDonald

    This story reminds me of my kids when they wanted something I told them they couldn’t have and when they got a hold of it and ate it the look on their little faces lol. Unfortunately I had to learn this lesson that you wrote about as an adult. Lets just say when you know better you do better and I’m doing a lot better.

    • Yep, the circle does continue, we did it and now our kids do it.

      We all learn that lesson at some point in our lives, the trick is to really learn it, some times I seem to have difficulty with that… LOL. That said, I’m so glad you doing better. 🙂

  • maxwell ivey

    hi susan; what a great story. My brother michael was always going off without me because he knew my parents worried about me getting hurt. when we were teenagers he had a mo per. it didn’t go very fast so him and my mom didn’t mind me riding it. but my dad was scared of it. he actually fixed it so it would break so i wouldn’t ride it any more. that’s parents and grand parents for you. take care, max

    • Thanks Max, What a great story. I could just envision that happening and understand why they would do that. We as kids, do/did know how to get ourselves into a bit of mischief… LOL. :-).

  • If only our life lessons were that simple Susan. Good story. Unfortunately we also don’t have an’adult’ telling us what to watch out for. But I think we only learn from our own mistakes

    • That is so true A.K. I agree, parent of not, lesson don’t seem to stick unless there difficult. 🙂

  • Sue Hines

    This is a delightfully sense-filled story with crisp memories preserved and treasured. Thank you, Susan.

    • Hi Sue, Aw thank you. I do believe our memories are a treasures we learn from, so it’s important to remember them. 🙂

  • MinaJoshi5409

    Susan – we all learn from our mistakes and lessons learnt in our youth seem to stick with us for ever. I remember accidentally crushing someone’s Swiss roll ( well it was still rolled up with a tea towel covering it – and that’s my excuse!!) in my cookery lesson and never owned up to it as I was too scared of the punishment. Even today when I see Swiss rolls in a supermarket, I remember that cookery lesson.

    • Hi Mina, Yep those lesson form our early years really do resonate with us.

      LOL, did they ever figure out who did it? I can see why you would remember that with every Swiss roll you see… LOL.

  • Pat Ruppel

    Lovely story, Susan. I can only imagine the excitement you had as a little girl living on a farm, if only for a short time. Life was very different and there were new things you wanted to explore. It’s so hard to contain when we’re little.

    I have so many memories, like you, at my grandparents’ and write about them often. I’m thinking about contributing another one come September with summer winding down. Though, I don’t know what lesson I learned from accidentally eating chocolate ants other than pay attention to what I’m eating when outside. LOL

    • Thanks Pat, It was a place that was full of adventure and many the many memories that were created form that time. This being one.

      That sounds like a fun story with that, as you said “Pay attention to what’s at hand because all may not be what your first think”… LOL.

      • Pat Ruppel

        It sounds like it, Susan, lots of adventure. I can see why they kept you close — a wee little one, like yourself, could get lost in a hurry.

        Yeah, eating the chocolate covered ants sounds like a fun story now, but can remember it freakin’ me out at the time. LOL

  • Good story. Builds the suspense about the contents of the milk can. i grew up in a more urban environment and one the things I thought of is the places that you can’t get in as a teenager and the curiosity you have to see what’s inside. These are usually places that involve serving alcohol but might also be music venues or gambling venues. More often than not when I became of age they turned out to be somewhat less interesting or exotic than I imagined.

    • Hi Ken, Thanks you for your very kind words. That is so true, kinda like wanting to be a grown up until you are one, and then… you want to be a kid again… LOL. 🙂

  • What a wonderful story, you have some of the best stories

    • Aw, what a nice thing to say Jo-Anne. You are the best. 🙂

  • Beth – http://EncoreWomen.com

    Too bad your parents didn’t tell you why you shouldn’t go to the milk can, but then you weren’t supposed to. I hardly ever visited a farm but when I did, I suffered severe hay fever from many things including animals. I so loved those baby ones and didn’t realize how much I would pay for nuzzling them.

    • They may have Beth, but I’m not sure I would have connected the dots. I was determined to get there for a “taste”.

      That would have been awful. I know what you mean, those baby animals are way to cute to resist. 🙂

  • Jon Jefferson

    Parenting lesson here: sometimes the best way to teach a kid not to do something is to let them do it.

    • That is so true Jon. Sometimes we just need to find out for ourselves, and then we get it. 🙂

  • Marina Bargman

    What a great story! Love it!

    • Hi Marina and welcome. Thank you. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂

  • Cheryl Therrien

    This one gave me a good laugh. All that determination wasted on the pig’s meal. Of course it’s stories like these that provide us with the best memories.

    • Indeed Cheryl and you can imagine how yucky it must have been… LOL. And to think I thought it might have been something like ice cream. To this day butter milk is not something I like except for use in recipes. 🙂

  • Such a cute story, Susan! Isn’t it true that so often we want what we shouldn’t have, only to find when we get it that we really didn’t want it. Best advice is to be grateful for what we’ve got.

    • Thanks Doreen, that is very, very true. It just seems I keep learning that one lesson over and over again… LOL. And yet, I am truly grateful for what I’v accomplish and what I have… go figure. 🙂

  • I loved this story Susan, it was so cute, and funny! You poor thing, finally getting to taste the milk and it was horrible! 🙂

    • Thanks Christine, It was an experience I have never forgotten… LOL.

  • Debra Yearwood

    I always enjoy your stories and this one was no exception. I could almost taste the vile stuff myself. It’s amazing how single minded we can be as kids… and adults. 🙂

    • Hi Debra, I agree and vile it was. :D. My mom used to say I was a bit stubborn… LOL

  • Oh boy, I didn’t see that one coming!! Your illustrations are looking very impressive 🙂

    • Hi Dan, I love it when I can do that. Thanks for the very nice compliment my friend.