I could have chosen a cave, a brush pile, the store with the magic ice cream bars, but I didn’t. My safe hiding place was someplace above any event taking place. The top of a tree or one of the rafters in the barn were my favorite places because I was hidden from view while being in plain sight. From the loftiest branches I could remain hidden while intruders searched for me. My perch gave me ample advantages. I could scan the horizon for pirates who sailed in from the ocean, or keep a sharp lookout for girls who lived dull lives. If I had enough time I would make my stand above the feed sacks and watch the pigs roll happily in the mud. My secret friend, a mother skunk, kept everyone away.
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I celebrate life. I'm looking for new parades to lead, or to follow. I'm alone, and now a published author, and trying to stay on my chosen path. I have no anchor to hold me down and I'm ready to rid myself of possessions that impede progress. I want my imagination to soar. I'm open to learning about new worlds, new countries and languages, and different ways to look at things I thought I knew. Every day is a bonus day and I look forward to the challenges it brings. I'm finding out that technology is fast and getting faster and there is much information that I need to learn. Even though I'm on a roller coaster ride called life, I'm looking for new ways to explain love. I think I have made love easier to explain but I'm not finished yet. I need a few more bonus years and many friends who will love the world and each other. My heart is open to all who visit. View all posts by danroberson