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Life in the 70s was good. Times were fairly simple. We left the doors unlocked, children played outside without worry, and most of us attended church. On this Sunday morning, my brother, his best friend, Jeff, my parents, and myself had all just crawled into our large, brown Chevy Impala. We were headed to church where we were sure to hear lessons on repentance, the ten commandments, and salvation. We hadn’t gotten far when my parents noticed the neighborhood watch sign which happened to have a green bike hanging from it. Laughing from the irony of it all, I watched as my parents’ laughter was slowly replaced by a silence as they turned to look at each other. As their eyes met, realization dawned and the car soon roared with the shouts of, “Randy! Jeff! You didn’t?!” 

The car came to a screeching halt. My brother, Randy, and Jeff were required to remove the bike and return it to the neighbor, but boy does that memory cause laughter. I do not remember the punishment that my brother received. I am sure that he was grounded for a period of time and had to perform some type of penance towards the neighbor. I am also sure that my parents laughed to no end when they went to bed that night and that Randy and Jeff found that little prank worth every ounce of the suffering that they paid. Those boys sure knew how to have fun!

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Last week was a rough week and this year in general has been a rough year beginning in April of 2008 and continuing on. I hope things will start looking up. The positive is that things are not nearly as bad as they once were. I have quite a story to share and the reality is, I don’t think anyone really knows my story. Many know bits and pieces, but I am hard pressed to think of anyone who knows it all. I wonder if one of these days I will finally have someone to share my life with. The sad thing is, I truly doubt it. How do we end up where we are? I simply do not know. 

The picture on the top of my page flashes me back to a simpler time. I don’t know how I managed to find it for it is a nameless bridge from my memories, a bridge from my childhood. I grew up in Idaho and we found ourselves driving over this bridge many times; camping adventures, Sunday drives, day trips here and there. I don’t know what it is about that bridge that makes my heart ache so much, but it does. 

When my daughter first saw the picture, she told me that it was ugly and I needed to change it. I briefly explained that it had meaning to me and that was the end of the conversation. Somehow, her words tore at me as if she were telling me that my childhood was ugly. Funny how the most innocent statements can cut so deeply. 

I find myself longing for those simpler times a lot lately. My first love, ice sculptures in McCall, youth group. More than wanting to revisit those times, I wish that I could introduce my children to the innocence of that life. I was by no means innocent or perfect, but my life was so much easier than the life that my children have been dealt. Maybe the truth is the mere fact that I have had to grow up and in growing up, we lose the innocence, our perspective changes, and we see what is really around us. Could it be that “easy”?

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