Youth Time Story...
One particularly beautiful day I was walking thru the woods when I decided to listen to the birds singing and watch the branches and leaves of the trees swaying and blowing in the wind. Is it not really a very interesting fact that we do not often stop to smell the flowers as they say. I remember times in my much younger days when I would sit inside on bad weather days and listen to the rain it was an amazing sound then and still is to me today. Storms while being quite harmful and frightening also display a spectacular array of lighting and noise effects enough to entertain even if with a little awe the inspiring side of nature.
The experience of the muddy pools of water or even the local swamps or creeks and rivers, just listen to the sound of trickling, running, gushing, cascading water all the while watching the light play tricks while dispersing and reflecting off of the surfaces of rocks and foliage and even the water itself. Remembering the Paper sailing boats that recent rainfalls would make race along the gutters edge and more than likely disappear down the nearest drain unless you were quick enough to retrieve it before its untimely demise. Remember days of making canoes out of corrugated iron roof sheets with the ends bent over and the holes filled with chewing gum, constantly baling water to stop from sinking but oh what fun, the adventure the joy and wonderment of youth. The joys of Penny Bangers and Tom Thumb fireworks many a World War II combat situation given excellent sound effects from such devices, after having watched a particularly good Saturday afternoon flick of the current screen heroes of the time, sadly and unfortunately although necessarily banned from our youth of today.
But such memories to miss are beyond the imaginations of today youth. The jungles we made of a vacant section of bush land as Tarzan came up against all sorts of foes and quandaries afflictions in his pursuit of the rough rugged life of the ape man king of all the beasts of the jungle. Numerous replays of the great battles of the American Indians versus the US Cavalry, what indeed has happened to the imaginations of our youth figuratively speaking. The basic simplicities of it all, Oh what we could do with pots and pans and cardboard boxes or even the soil of the earth making huge racing tracks in the sand, major complexes of earthworks and mining operations which somehow manage to be in amongst the monsters of the ant population, yet totally separate from as we were immersed in our childlike fantasies.
Do you ever long for those passed days of jubilant and maybe naïve moments of glory that gave us such great pleasure yet seemly held us from the madness of the youth of today who are unable to without mostly the visual aids of Television or other modern games like devices to imagine or even for that matter to occupy themselves. But if you might feel that you have a need to look back on those day of old well we can but hope that as the generations before us so will the proceeding ones lean towards such simple activities to relieve the boredom of modern day life. Maybe then we can perhaps as parents and grand parents sit and reflect as we observe our sons and daughters and even our grandchildren take part in such simplistic activities that made our childhood a wonderland of imagery and awesome memories beyond the abilities of our modern youth God help them.
Stuart Charles Mackenzie [stumacsu] Stu!!
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