Memory Lane....(part 1.)

Sunday my sister and I took a road trip to our ole home town,on the way to the cemetery where our mom and dad are buried.The town looks nothing like it did back in the day,it's all run down,most of the stores are closed and it just looked sad. When I was growing up the town seemed so abounding with life.As we drove toward the cemetery we passed one of the places I once stood to wait on the school bus each day.The old house that had once stood with bushes all grown up around it,had fell from age.There use to be a pink primrose bush in the yard and I would pick roses to take to school.I remember standing there on winter mornings,shivering from the cold wishing the bus would hurry to pick us up.Then there were the rainy mornings we all sit cramped in the cab of daddy's pickup waiting for the school bus.The afternoons were the best,that was when the bus stopped and we got off and walked,ran or skipped up the dirt road home.We would walk into a home filled with the wonderful smells of mama cooking supper.We would drop our school books and run to change clothes so we could go outside and play hop-scotch or tag until mama called us to come eat.I can still remember the feel of the smooth sand of the driveway under my feet and between my toes.We were always barefoot when at home during the warm months and had our share of splinters in our often dirty feet.