I used to climb out of my window in my very first home. Mind you, the climb was steep. However there was never a feeling of feeling so free. I could breathe, I could see my dad working on his racecar and hear my mom working in the kitchen,… Most of all I could see all around me. The gravel road, the river down the bend, the field between and the hill running to it… and I was only brinking age five.
And then I’d hear the lawn mower start up… Upon the great vast (as how I saw it) backyard we’d follow my mom. I’d run from the top of the house, through my room, down the stairs, and find myself to my sister and I running behind the mower. The movies we could had a created would probably had been blockbuster. Nothing like those old summer days in the country. And then there was the ladder.
Oh the ladder. It at its first and foremost was brown. The day we painted it BLUE was quite an ordeal. The blue ladder…. Oh the places it could lead you to. The place it led me to was up the maple tree right by the near end of our driveway. I don’t know how a child could spend so many hours in a tree. How high can you climb? And funny enough, I’d be terrified of it at this day and time.. Me and that blue ladder became friends. This is life in the country. Cats, one dog, hills, trees, and a blue ladder.
You will never see a better sunset.