I grew up down a dirt road. Behind my parents house is 120 acres of land that has never been developed..and thanks to the crappy economy wont be for a long time.
This land has a pond, a creek, woods, coyotes, creatures, cows, cow pies, and sometimes a bum or two. (yikes)
The acreage was ours to roam, make huts, build forts (a nice underground hut we were so proud of till a cow fell into it), build tee pees, have picnics, get muddy, have wars, and on and on....
I have so many great memories every time I venture down there.
One morning literally right after we woke up, we decided to go crawdad catchin. It wasnt very successful but my kids got a little taste of what used to be mine.
The "crick"
And what a great taste it was.
This land has a pond, a creek, woods, coyotes, creatures, cows, cow pies, and sometimes a bum or two. (yikes)
The acreage was ours to roam, make huts, build forts (a nice underground hut we were so proud of till a cow fell into it), build tee pees, have picnics, get muddy, have wars, and on and on....
I have so many great memories every time I venture down there.
One morning literally right after we woke up, we decided to go crawdad catchin. It wasnt very successful but my kids got a little taste of what used to be mine.
The "crick"
And what a great taste it was.
But just a few weeks ago, 6 acres was turned into a roping arena and corrals. Making life a bit sweeter for everyone associated with horses and even us that pretend to be. It now takes 1.5 minutes to walk from the back porch to the shoots. My kids are in red dirt heaven.
And when all of the red dirt heaven has gotten to you, you just find a cozy place to watch the dog and zonk.
