Story Time. Share yours.
Share on facebook
Facebook
Share on twitter
Twitter
Share on reddit
Reddit
Share on email
Email
Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on reddit
Share on email
Responses
One time I went to cheesquake state park and tried to swim across the lake. I nearly drowned. I was able to make it to someones inflated lounge chair that was floating nearby until I got my energy back.
good times.
You must be to vote.
There was to be a wedding in our family and we were having it at the Kern River and forest. I traveled there bringing my 95 year old Mom. Everyone brought their tents and Mom and I set up a tent. Well, I set up the tent and Mom sat on a log telling me how I can’t set up the tent and have not been able to do anything my whole life, because I am useless to her. I set up camp and then went around helping others with their campsites, then we all set up a “kitchen” site where we were going to be cooking. Camping with Mom was not describable in polite language. Instead of the usual fireside fare, I sat by the fire and painted Mom’s toenails and fingernails while she complained about everyone there. Getting ready for a wedding in a tent and public bathroom was a challenge, but 50 of us women somehow got ready in a 4-person restroom.
The wedding was beautiful and had a Hawaiian theme. It was fun in the dirt and after the wedding we had roasted pork and lots of side dishes. Everyone got drunk and went swimming after midnight in place of taking a bath. The next morning, we packed up and I drove Mom home, listening to her complain about the wedding not being in a church and on, and on, and on.
When I dropped her off at her apartment, it was a relief.
I mulled over in my mind that the wedding was different, but it was very nice. It was good to see all of the family again.
You must be to vote.
We sailed our barge up the river, past sun bathing wild natives and small children playing in the shallows. As our small ship sailed farther up the river, we encountered hostiles waiting on the shore line. The order rang out, “man the guns and prepare to fire.” We loaded the deck guns with powder and grape shot, set the fuses, and waited for the order to fire. The hostiles attempted to launch a barrage of arrows and spears, but it was met with the thunderous roar of cannon fire. The engagement lasted all of ten seconds until the hostiles scattered back into the forest. We continued up river, to a settlement of pioneers who had been anxiously awaiting our arrival. Our crew was greeted with cheers from a small crowd of settlers.
You must be to vote.
My Dad’s job had a yearly company picnic. I always enjoyed them as a kid. This picture brings back a memory of going to Tinkers Creek. I was a big fan as a kid of being in the woods/water etc. I don’t remember too much, other than that I was in my glory.
You must be to vote.
As a kid I think I was fortunate that we hung out with aunts, uncles and cousins. A few times a summer, we would also meet at this riverside park, pull a bunch of picnic tables together and all the kids would play while the parents yapped.
Recently we started bringing the group together again but now, the cousins are grandparents and the aunts and uncles are great grandparent, cue Circle of Life music here.
It’s fun to see a lot of the traditions are alive and well. One aunt and uncle were known for bringing out a Coleman stove to boil water, make tea in a glass teapot and serve it up with home made cookies. The same stive was pulled out recently. The same teapot. And the same sense of same permeated the reunion. Some things never change…and they shouldn’t.
You must be to vote.
“DAY 6! DAY 6! EVERYBODY UP!” The Caller called as he made his way down the path rapping on rocks and logs. “DAY 6!!! Get a move on!” he called. The morning light had just made its way to the surface and was beginning to light the world. The Caller hobbled along, not in a rush, but not wasting any time either. He was old, so old his exoskeleton had turned a deep, deep red and was mottled with darker red and what was almost black. If I had to guess I would say he was over 3 years old. So old that he was now training his apprentice. The apprentice followed along a short distance behind waving his claws and whispering “day 6…day 6… everybody up” in an effort to remember the words so as not to fail us in the future…. after the old Caller has, well, gone. Being a Caller is for sure the most important job in existence. Without the Caller, how would we know when to move to deeper water for the invasion? Without the Caller, we would be stepped on, or caught. The Caller is our defense against the deadly invasion. Stupid invasion. Two days of it. Then a space and then another invasion. Over and over again. Forever.
I can count to three, but that’s about it. I could never be a Caller. The Caller has to be able to mark the days between the invasions. The Caller has to be smart. We are all worried about the apprentice Caller. I know he has trouble marking the days. I hope the old Caller can teach him before he’s, well, gone. I have no idea what may happen to us if the apprentice Caller fails, I just know it probably won’t be good.
You must be to vote.
…sounds like a fish tale to me…
You must be to vote.
Once upon a time I showed up at what I thought was a nude beach — slightly under-dressed for the occasion.
You must be to vote.
The mind game was being played and there was a war going on in my head..
You must be to vote.
da…da……..da…da……..da…da….da..da…..da…da…da!
You must be to vote.