In front of their old rundown family farmhouse
9-year old son (incredulously): This is your ‘heaven’?
Father (in a conspiratorial tone): Did you ever jump over a fence, climb a tree, bathe in the river, play in a cave or own a real tree house?
Son (grinning ear-to-ear): When are we moving in?
Absolutely nailed it. Great short story.
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Thank you! It came from my own desire to share the freedom I had with my daughter. I wasn’t really in a farm, so no swimming or climbing trees. But a carefree childhood without TV and mobile phones, collecting frog spawns, catching fireflies and dragonflies, playing hide and seek, climbing walls to steal roses. 😁
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I wrote yesterday about all the things kids made out of discarded packaging. Part of the same childhood as you describe.
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I am sure I can relate to it personally. I had created my entire doll house furniture out if toothpaste and soap boxes. Wrapped in discarded gift wrappers.
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Exactly. And it was wonderful furniture I am sure.
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