Sunday, December 6, 2009


My two brothers and I played cowboys and Indians. Growing up on the farm/ranch it just seemed like the right thing to be doing I
And we did have fun. I can remember days when the three of us would take off on a journey to the hills west and north of where we lived and would hunt for arrowheads. We would always come home with a handful. We always told mom where we were going and she would tell us to not be late getting home. Remember it to this day. She would give us a canteen of cold water to take. Was always glad to have it and it would be empty by the time the three of us got home.

Ah, sweet memories from a dear friend.


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