Friday, December 3, 2010

autobiographical

10 comments:

Vickie said...

How great that you remember these things with such clarity. I was always afraid of other-worldly stuff, so factuality was a relief for me.

Anonymous said...

Every time I read one of these and decide it is "my favorite," you come up with something else that is "my favorite." I really wish you'd turn these into a book. -Cin

FrankandMary said...

Life can throttle our sense of magic, but these autos have an air of magic about them. I'd say you have more than facts as friends.~Mary

Debra said...

some of my fondest memories of childhood are of long walks in the woods and discovering old homes.

Paula said...

Now that I am older I like to snoop around dry creek beds and old houses. When I was young I was too busy playing all those games.

Indigo said...

Maybe I'm just a kid at heart, but I still believe in every adult is a bit of magic and mystery left over from their childhood. (Hugs)Indigo

Chef E said...

Heh, we could build such a magical world together Toon Guy!

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Guess that is when we really grow up, when we stop believing in magic. At least we can still dream.

almost 50 but not quite said...

sad. however, you reminded me of when i used to believe in magic. that was cool. until it ended. also,
about that graphic novel . . . .

Chris said...

You would love the office building we just relocated our upper east TN office to. It's a renovated 1930's elementary school and they've kept the styling.

I am thinking about starting a rumor with staff about a former principal that roams the halls on nights when the winds howl and the moon shines. Am I evil?