I heard that today, October 17, our U.S. Population hit 300 Million... ever growing, they just keep a'coming whether by birth or boat or plane. The whole world gets too crowded sometimes. I've been out of ideas for the past couple days, wondering what to blog I guess, recuperating from the trip, for some reason it just took it out of me and I was without energy or motivation upon return. So, as I was on my way home from work, thinking about what I could post, I happened to see an old tire in a strange place and it reminded me of old-fashioned "Tire Swings". These really were before my time I guess, but my Dad had one in the back by the pond at one time, and I just remember it being so fun. It is the simplest thing really, no gadget, nothing extraordinary... just a big tractor tire roped up in a tree. We loved it, various ones of us have played on a tire swing throughout our lives, and it just struck me funny I guess, seeing an old tire like that... drudging up yet more youthful memories that are gone with the breeze... How did time speed by so fast, and we didn't even stop and look up to realize it... then it's too late, the last 10, 20+ years gone and you try relentlessly to scrape up something to show for it... Life is good, I am not saying it isn't--but it's a "different" good... nothing is ever as ecstatic for me as those magic feelings growing up, and I guess nothing will ever replace them.
I heard that today, October 17, our U.S. Population hit 300 Million... ever growing, they just keep a'coming whether by birth or boat or plane. The whole world gets too crowded sometimes. I've been out of ideas for the past couple days, wondering what to blog I guess, recuperating from the trip, for some reason it just took it out of me and I was without energy or motivation upon return. So, as I was on my way home from work, thinking about what I could post, I happened to see an old tire in a strange place and it reminded me of old-fashioned "Tire Swings". These really were before my time I guess, but my Dad had one in the back by the pond at one time, and I just remember it being so fun. It is the simplest thing really, no gadget, nothing extraordinary... just a big tractor tire roped up in a tree. We loved it, various ones of us have played on a tire swing throughout our lives, and it just struck me funny I guess, seeing an old tire like that... drudging up yet more youthful memories that are gone with the breeze... How did time speed by so fast, and we didn't even stop and look up to realize it... then it's too late, the last 10, 20+ years gone and you try relentlessly to scrape up something to show for it... Life is good, I am not saying it isn't--but it's a "different" good... nothing is ever as ecstatic for me as those magic feelings growing up, and I guess nothing will ever replace them.
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