Remembering

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There are things that occur in our younger days,
That we never forget through all of our life’s way.
They are different for each one of us as along we go,
In here are some memorable things on my own road.

 

 

 

 

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Remembering

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When I got my very first haircut in a real barber shop,
I was a little bit scared but Dad did not make him stop,
There was no pain and it made me feel like a man,
As I held so very tightly to my Daddies right hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dad took us crawdad fishing , both JerrylDine and me,
With a bent nail and raw bacon on a string, you see.
It was fun pulling those craw daddies in holding on,
To that bacon with both claws tight for so very long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I remember the first puppy dog that I called my own,
That treated me much like a small King on a throne.
I loved that dog called Freckles with all my heart.
It really tore me up when he died and we had to part.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I remember a time at five I went duck hunting with Dad,
He went with our neighbor and took me along so glad,
To a pond out in the country and the guns were loud.
They shot a lot of ducks that day making me so proud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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That very first day of school was a real humdinger,
I was afraid at first because I was a real Mom clinger,
So I remembered both joy and pain on that special day,
And it took me a while before I was comfortable away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I recall when Mom tied a string around my loose tooth,
Then slammed the door to pull my tooth so loose.
It hurt quite a bit and filled my mouth with blood,
But a tooth fairy came and left 50 cents like she should.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When I first rode my bicycle all by myself was a thrill,
The ride was a whole block long on that gentle hill,
From the top of our block hill clear to the very end
Beaming with joy while riding with pride in front of friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I remember dock fishing for crappie at a young age,
With my Dad and Granddad there on Grand Lake,
At Kingspoint where the Cowskin River runs down,
I was all smiles that day and never once had a frown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When my Granddad gave me his worn old 22 rifle.
My true happiness and real joy I just could not stifle.
As I wanted to go hunt in the canyons around home,
Where lots of cottontails and jack rabbits did roam.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I recall when I found that first hair there in my arm pit.
I was so happy then, I hollered out real loud about it.
As it was a sign that my body was really maturing,
And I was growing to a man which was so reassuring.

Look closely, it’s there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Message:

We all have special memories from our youth,
That always stay with us as our own real truths.
Each of us have things that give us a big thrill,
And I have told you a few that turned on Bill.

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

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Thanks for reading Remembering,
Bills