Too many things. I’ve got a good memory for my early years. I remember my Nana’s big cat in England when I was 3 and my Grandfather sitting in his chair and smoking a pipe. I remember all us cousins sleeping on the floor and my Ma ma’s house with the windows up and a fan running in the middle of the summer. I remember that same house in the bed with enough quilts on you that you could barely move and then waking to the smell of bacon and coffee. I remember walking in the water at Night in Florida with Mom and Dad scooping up crabs. I remember stringing Barb Wire from tree to tree along the creek line when dad retired and got cows. I remember the one and only skunk I saw run over in front of the house in this area. I remember my granddad killing a deer running with his .22. Three hits for three hits head shot brought it down. We were squirrel hunting. I remember throwing wild plums at cars and Dad catching me. Bare arse and a belt made me never do it again. I remember being the only White Boy working at Melon’s incorporated in Yemassee. So many memories… I remember having my head shaved bald and all of us sneaking a rub because it felt so funny. I remember going to the pier all by myself and bringing mom home a couple of fish that she would always cook for me when Dad was at work and my brothers were in school. I remember my first deer (it still had spots) and my Grandmother showing me how to skin it and then cooked me some. I think I was 10 and used my .410 with a slug.
Life has been good!
