When I was eight we lived in Central California where there’s a lot of sand dunes. We used to go down to the horse stables down in the gully behind the house, saddle up our horses and ride to a place we called Mud Lake.
Mud Lake was some kind of a spring fed, muddy, messy lake in the middle of all the sand dunes. It was full of floating logs, pallets and 2x4s. We’d go out there every weekend and play – throwing rocks into the lake or playing on the pallets trying to see who could be knocked off and who could stay clean. The funny part was that we all came home muddy… us, the horses, and the saddles.
I think the horses looked forward to our excursions as much as we did. We would ride and play all day long. We had a blast for months until our parents went to see why we all kept coming home muddy. They decided that Mud Lake was not an appropriate place for us to play and we were forbidden to go there anymore.
Years later I went to check out Mud Lake, remembering everything about it, only to find that it had become a housing development. At least I have the memories of me and my mud caked friends and horses 🙂
Happy Tuesday Everyone!
Wolf
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7 replies on “Top Sites Tuesday #45 – Story Time”
I remember this …… I remember when you came home all muddy too ……. oh were you in trouble ………. I always knew you were having a really good time with your friends, the horses and the mud! LOL!
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Love and Blessings,
AngelBaby
Did you actually stop going when your parents said no? You were a better “little boy” than I was! It’s a shock to go back and find our childhood memory-places gone. The woods behind my parents house … which was our playground … is almost entirely gone. Last time I was there, though, our favorite place, Indian Cave, was till intact.
Nice post, Wolf.
Bud aka Older Eyes
Hi AngelBaby
It was fun! 🙂
Hi Bud!
Thanks for stopping by!
I even remembered my Button…lol
Yes, Mom had an arm that could reach a mile, so we didn’t go back…
It is strange to see a place in a different time in your mind and everything is gone and changed when you arrive there.
Wolf
Wolfbernz? in the mud? No way! I don’t believe you! 😉
Change is hard sometimes… when place from your childhood memories are nothing but a memory.. *sigh* At least you have the memory
Great story!
–Trina
Yikes! I can only imagine your mom’s horror at having to get you guys cleaned up! LOL!
Glad you remembered the button this time…
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