Reminiscing about my childhood days is very enjoyable.
Lately, I've been doing a lot of it. I guess it's something to do with getting older.
I take it that when people get to be my age, they have a tendency to reflect more on their past. I know such is true with me.
Take the other night at work, for example.
I remembered the days of walking home from Thomson Elementary School and stopping by a small grocery store on Wrens Highway owned and operated by Byrd and Mary Brooks -- two of the finest people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.
At their store, my brother Bobby and I would stop in and get a cold soda and a honey bun -- the kind loaded with thick icing and made by Colonial Baking Co. Tax included, the items only cost us 21 cents. That's right -- less than a quarter for a good-size drink and delicious, filling snack.
And yes, sometimes, my taste buds called for a moon pie. Back then a soda and honey bun or moon pie made for the kind of snack that kept us full until Mama cooked supper.
My brother and I made a little money helping our father, a bread salesman, with odd jobs he assigned us involving his job. We organized the stale items, among other things, including helping him when it came time to list all of his customers in a new sales route book.
Good ol' days? You bet they were, and I'd go back to them today, if only I could.
I had a great childhood and terrific parents! There was never anything that we five children ever went lacking for. My Daddy and Mama always provided for us -- no matter what the situation was financially.
Another childhood memory came back to me recently.
It concerned the times when me and my brother would ride our bicycles all around town and in different neighborhoods. It seemed we knew where everybody lived back then just by riding by their homes and seeing them outside.
Sometimes we'd get with some friends and even ride all the way from the beginning of Mount Pleasant Road to the end, which actually is in Warren County. We rode our bikes that far on a Saturday morning and ventured back just in time to engage in a big wrestling match or to participate in some other fun sport. We also liked to go camping and fishing.
During our high school days, we often journeyed to Big Hart Creek, near where the late Shine Russell and his wife owned and operated a bait and tackle store.
Boy, oh boy, so many great childhood memories!