Walking through Memories.
Walking through memories
As life goes by, and it does very quickly the older I get, the quicker things of childhood we forget.
When I was a child my mother used to take my older sister and I to Woodbridge to swim in the very shallow Humber River. There were many low hanging Weeping willows along the banks of the river and I used to think I was Tarzan swinging from those long branches. I used to also bring my under water goggles to go deep sea diving in that river, which was actually only a few inches deep. I thought I was Jacques Cousteau diving from his ship, The Calypso!
It’s been 50 years since those major childhood expeditions happened in my mind, and for the most part all forgotten.
Today I left Orillia on some business with a gallery there, and headed home the long way. Hwy 11 south and somehow I ended up in Woodbridge. Heading south on Islington I first went for a short nostalgic walk through Boydd Conservation area which rendered memories all by itself. But then thoughts of the Humber River just one mile south of Boydd brought me to a deep stroll down memory lane through deep sea dives and swinging through the trees.
Gone so long ago, but so fresh in my mind and my heart.
A pleasure to bring you along on this hike through my life line of time.
RM
As life goes by, and it does very quickly the older I get, the quicker things of childhood we forget.
When I was a child my mother used to take my older sister and I to Woodbridge to swim in the very shallow Humber River. There were many low hanging Weeping willows along the banks of the river and I used to think I was Tarzan swinging from those long branches. I used to also bring my under water goggles to go deep sea diving in that river, which was actually only a few inches deep. I thought I was Jacques Cousteau diving from his ship, The Calypso!
It’s been 50 years since those major childhood expeditions happened in my mind, and for the most part all forgotten.
Today I left Orillia on some business with a gallery there, and headed home the long way. Hwy 11 south and somehow I ended up in Woodbridge. Heading south on Islington I first went for a short nostalgic walk through Boydd Conservation area which rendered memories all by itself. But then thoughts of the Humber River just one mile south of Boydd brought me to a deep stroll down memory lane through deep sea dives and swinging through the trees.
Gone so long ago, but so fresh in my mind and my heart.
A pleasure to bring you along on this hike through my life line of time.
RM
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