Ahhh,

Testing..
Blogger use to be so user friendly.

Yep, it published.

Now what was I going to say?

Oh yeah,  remembering this happy place to play, we only lived here for a little while.

It was after Danny my youngest brother died.

Mikey  and I spent hours playing in the hay loft while my dad did the farm chores.

Milking, feeding, shoveling the poo out of the barn.

We helped feed the pigs and chickens.

The loft was our hidy hole, we could romp, swing on the rope out over the stalls below 

or just lay and watch the clouds go by..

The swing out required timing... so Dad didn't catch us.  He knew, 

but sang a little louder during our adventures.

It also required strength to hold on to the rope.

after several turns it got harder.. expecially when you are stifling  giggles,

I slipped my grip and fell . Not in a stall, but on the edge of the loft.

Pain!! Stomach pain, can't breath kind of pain.

Mikey yelled for help. Everything thing got blurry  after that.

Sigh, abdominal hernia surgery puts  quite damper on a seven year olds adventures.

Poor Dad, he got an earfull, it was on his watch.

Mom was a basket case already from Danny's death.

I  was to much for her.  I got shipped off to my Gram's in Coos Bay, Oregon.

That my friends,  was the beginning of my wanderlust..and my love of the ocean.