I was looking for something to brighten my day after being chased by mosquitoes for 80 minutes while out getting my daily bit of outdoor exercise on this sultry Texas morning. It happens to be garbage day and the stench of the trucks was hanging heavy in the air.
I took a shower, got a cold drink of water, sat down to my computer and found what I was looking for on my cousin’s Website. It was this picture of the Sand Pits:
What great hikes we had up to that magical place when we were kids! Those were the days, my friend as Nana used to love to sing. We’d send our faithful dog, Weiner out ahead through the woods and crunch through the leaves, stopping to wonder at the nearly hidden wall running across the forest. It was quite the climb, but our reward came at the top when the landscape opened up into a cathedral of sand, pitted with little pieces of chocolate stone, one of which I still have to this day.
The little piece of childhood I’ve kept for over 40 years.
Yep, the memories of my carefree childhood, running around in the woods behind my Nana’s house with my brothers, cousins, dogs and neighbors lifted me out of my stinky, hot neighborhood into another world.
