GROWIN UP POOR

7-7-08...GROWIN UP POOR

I grew up in a very small Town. Well not really a town but a wide spot in the road. One store and the Post Office. I lived about a mile from TOWN. We walked where ever we went. Some kids had bicycles but I was about 12 before I had that luxury. We lived down in a Valley below what we called Denning Hill (DENNING BEING THE NAME OF THE "TOWN) It was steep and not easy to walk up but we had an advantage over those rich biker kids. They had to push their bikes over the hill. We just had to push ourselves. Boy did we ever feel big walking by those smart elec rich kids. That felt good until we got to the top and those show offs would coast by us and right on down the other side. Like I said before "SMART ELECS" I'd like to smack them up the side of the head but Daddy said NO to that. When we got down to the bottom of the Hill there it was in all it's glory. A REAL TOWN. They had three stores and a Post Office. Big Town to our way of thinking. We'd sit in the little Park across from "MAIN STREET" (there was only one street but main street sounded good). There was an old well house there and it is still there. A grand old thing. Covered top and concrete floor that someone had put some benches in. That was our "hang out" on Saturday afternoons. We got to walk over there (it was five miles) after our chores were done at home. Our Parents didn't have to worry about us, No one bothered us. Sometimes the Lady at the end of "MAIN STREET" would give us all a big glass of KOOL AID. I can still taste that. The "SMART ELECS" had their bench and we had ours and "NEVER THE TWAIN WOULD MEET" One day it was verry hot. We always went barefooted, our feet were like leather in the summer because we never wore shoes. BUT US POO' FOLKS knew when it was too hot to trot down there bare footed and I guess those smart elec bikers didn't know. We had shoes on so we scooted up that hill with ease. BUT! The bikers were bare footed again. I never had so much fun in my life (SHAME ON ME) Those kids were hoping and jumping and pushing their bikes up that ol' hill on that hot gravel. Can't you just see it? Their feet had to be getting hotter than firecrackers. Why By George I could almost hear the sizzlin' as they cooked. HE HE HE (Sorry Daddy I know that was not nice) We didn't walk on by them that day. NO SIREEE. We slowed down and waited on them. What a sight they were. They couldn't hop very high and push their bikes at the same time. Well at the top of the hill they got on their bikes and left us in their dust. We didn't mind. We knew we would have the last laugh. They still had to walk up the other side on the return trip and we also knew that by then their feet would be covered with blisters. AND THEY WERE. By the time we got back down the hill going home. Their blisters had sprouted blistere and they were bursting and ozzing. I almost felt sorry for them, But Not Quiet! We coulda' told them what was comin'. After all we had all "BEEN THERE DONE THAT"! We coulda' saved them the misery. BUT WE DIDN'T------- DURN SMART ELECS!!!!!