carsons_koolaid
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i took the poodles out to pee tonight, and feeling the chill of the fall air, standing in complete darkness, with no moonlight reflecting through the clouds, brought me back to a time in my childhood... when i was out at chip & rusty's pappaw's for a hay ride.
a bunch of us were there, all different ages. i was probably around 8-10 years old, i'm thinking. i know i was pretty young... my sister was a teenager. i remember pappaw pulling us around his farm in pitch black with his tractor. i was sitting with dean. he was at least 16, and dating the girl that lived across the street from us, cheryl. i had a silly little girl crush on him... fascinated, to say the least. all the other younger kids were sitting together, but i was up on the haystack, on the edge of the trailor with dean. he even let me wear his high school jacket because it was cold outside. i was on top of the world!
when the hayride was over, we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows at a bonfire. dean and a few of the older kids asked us young ones if we wanted to go "snipe hunting". they told us that they were these little animals, and if you go out in the cornfield with a brown paper bag in the dark, you can catch one and keep it as a pet. me being the animal loving kid that brought every critter home i came across, was all about it. dean walked me around in the dark, and when i heard the "noise" that he and the older kids said was the snipe, he would help me hold the bag open on the ground, and slam it shut. he then twisted the end of the bag shut, and told me not to open it untill i got home. i was so psyched thinking i had a new little pet, like a gerbil or hamster or something... and it was from dean! i was on cloud nine.
so i get home, and i tell mom & dad i have a "snipe" in the bag, and i need to fix up a ten gallon aquarium for it to live in, like my gerbil. they kinda giggled, and said "open the bag". i slowly untwisted the end of the bag, thinking about how scared it must be, it hasn't moved at all, not even on the ride home. i get the bag open, and to my surprise... i pull out a corn cob. i cried so hard... i couldn't understand why they did that to me. why would the older kids be so mean to the little ones? i felt like a joke, like they were all laughing at me.
now that i'm older, i understand that they weren't being mean... they weren't trying to purposely make us cry... it was an innocent joke, that can be carried on by tradition... generation after generation. it gave the older kids a chance to hang with the little kids, and do something that they all enjoyed... while getting a laugh at the same time.
ultimately, it's an experience i look back on with fondness this time of year. fall is my absolute favorite time of year. the color of the trees turning, warm days, cool nights... stars shining so bright in the sky it looks like you could reach out and touch them.
so that was my thought process as i stood there, looking up at the stars in the chilly dark night, as the poodles took a piddle.
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a bunch of us were there, all different ages. i was probably around 8-10 years old, i'm thinking. i know i was pretty young... my sister was a teenager. i remember pappaw pulling us around his farm in pitch black with his tractor. i was sitting with dean. he was at least 16, and dating the girl that lived across the street from us, cheryl. i had a silly little girl crush on him... fascinated, to say the least. all the other younger kids were sitting together, but i was up on the haystack, on the edge of the trailor with dean. he even let me wear his high school jacket because it was cold outside. i was on top of the world!
when the hayride was over, we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows at a bonfire. dean and a few of the older kids asked us young ones if we wanted to go "snipe hunting". they told us that they were these little animals, and if you go out in the cornfield with a brown paper bag in the dark, you can catch one and keep it as a pet. me being the animal loving kid that brought every critter home i came across, was all about it. dean walked me around in the dark, and when i heard the "noise" that he and the older kids said was the snipe, he would help me hold the bag open on the ground, and slam it shut. he then twisted the end of the bag shut, and told me not to open it untill i got home. i was so psyched thinking i had a new little pet, like a gerbil or hamster or something... and it was from dean! i was on cloud nine.
so i get home, and i tell mom & dad i have a "snipe" in the bag, and i need to fix up a ten gallon aquarium for it to live in, like my gerbil. they kinda giggled, and said "open the bag". i slowly untwisted the end of the bag, thinking about how scared it must be, it hasn't moved at all, not even on the ride home. i get the bag open, and to my surprise... i pull out a corn cob. i cried so hard... i couldn't understand why they did that to me. why would the older kids be so mean to the little ones? i felt like a joke, like they were all laughing at me.
now that i'm older, i understand that they weren't being mean... they weren't trying to purposely make us cry... it was an innocent joke, that can be carried on by tradition... generation after generation. it gave the older kids a chance to hang with the little kids, and do something that they all enjoyed... while getting a laugh at the same time.
ultimately, it's an experience i look back on with fondness this time of year. fall is my absolute favorite time of year. the color of the trees turning, warm days, cool nights... stars shining so bright in the sky it looks like you could reach out and touch them.
so that was my thought process as i stood there, looking up at the stars in the chilly dark night, as the poodles took a piddle.
edit ~ spelling error
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