All children come to know the power of whining, and I was no exception. I eventually moved on from begging for toys to haggling for living things.2 My mom only said yes to my wish for a kitten because she thought the request an impossible one. No matter. I would show her I had what it took to become a kitty catcher.
Don’t you love ghost stories? It’s October and Fall is officially here, as we begin to settle in and prepare for shorter days and colder nights. Soon, the trick-or-treaters will be donning scary costumes, carting around paper bags or pillow cases and scouring the neighborhoods, while looking for their bounty.
Here’s a little story I wrote Pat Ruppel, in reflection, as the sweet days of summer wound down and cooler nights were soon to come. “It had been a rough year having come through the loss of my mother-in-law, not to mention an outsourced job along with catastrophic statewide news. I guess you could say my heart wanted to feel happy and safe. What better way than to recapture some childhood moments.”
I was very little living on my grandparents’ farm with Mom and Dad. We were living there for a short while until our new home was ready for us to move to. Because of my size I wasn’t allowed beyond the large wrap-around front porch. The porch was my playground that consisted of a swing, lots of toys, my teddy bear and an occasional roaming chicken.