remember when you were young?

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

BoB Dylan

 

I remember visiting my great aunt and uncle in Grants Pass, Oregon.
Their house was gigantic. I had to reach up to turn the door knobs, there were rooms at every turn.
They had a barn, that smelled like hay and a work shop with boxes of tools and cans full of nuts and bolts and nails. They had a big garden, I'd go and dig up a couple of carrots to feed to Victor, their old gelding.
Victor was cool, I called him my best friend. When I fed him the carrots, he'd bend down to get them ( I wasn't very tall back in those days). While he ate I'd scratch his ears, when he was done he would rub his nose up and down on my chest. Loved that horse.
They had a big front yard, where us kids would run through the sprinklers.
I returned as a grown up, aunt Lu and uncle Wil had passed, Victor had had been gone for years and the house wasn't very big now.
Ah, the magic of childhood....
.......................................Alaskan................