Monday, May 02, 2005

Fred remembers...

How it was...

From FredonEverything.net:
I can’t say exactly why those long slow days of fishing poles and tired hotrods were special. We had no “organized activities.” There was little to do that we didn’t think of ourselves, yet little we couldn’t do once we thought of it, as we had few rules and less supervision. If we thought to go to the woods, we did, or to the broad brown expanse of Machodoc Creek or to the rougher waters of the Potomac—in boats, canoes, or inner tubes, or on skis behind a crab boat. Nobody worried or cared where we were, even our mothers. Water and forest were not viewed as hostile environments. Why would they be? In summer we spent half our lives in or on the water. We didn’t drown worth a damn...

...Kids were then allowed to be kids. I will forever be grateful.

I was just down near the Potomac yesterday, bicycle riding with the in-laws. I can picture well the setting of Fred's reminiscence...