Today I was out walking my dog and we ended up by the Playfield- the Playfield used to be ” The Woods ” where me and the neighborhood kids played games and built forts, where we drank and smoked and we walked there or rode our bikes because in those days we didn’t have Malls or cellphones or parents who drove us three blocks to school or a mile away to visit our friends.
Sadly most of the ” The Woods” have ended up like this:
The funny thing is they felt like ” The Woods” again when I altered the pictures:
Call me sentimental,but I think that’s the way The Woods want to be remembered- and who am I to question that?
When I was about six years old my Dad’s cousin bought a puppy.
” Nicky” as we called him was as sweet as he was big.
Nicky turned out to be pretty big when he was full grown:
But my story starts here:
Shortly after this picture was taken our family was together for a holiday event and we were all in the backyard when I asked if I could hold Nicky’s leash. I was walking around the yard with Nicky when my Dad whistled for Nicky and Nicky who for his own reasons would spend his life thinking he was a puppy around my Dad took off like a shot.
He pulled me right off of my feet ( considering I was a shrimpy little kid that was no surprise) and I held on to his leash while he dragged me across what seemed like a thousand acres of lawn right to my Dad’s feet.
” Why didn’t you let go?” I remember everyone asking me.
I looked back at them with the same look they were giving me. That look said – ” did you loose your single brain cell or did you just forget to bring it along.”
The answer was obvious I said with the leash still firmly clenched in my hand.
” I didn’t want him to get away.”
I handed the leash over and dusted myself off and spit a bit of turf out of my mouth and I’m sure I didn’t just walk off.