Hi Jackson, I thought I would pop across and read something of yours. I was right when I said that you have a wonderful way with words. I have just lost my mum, so I understand the connection you had with yours. I am sorry for the treatment you had from your father. In our era, parents could be cruel. But, what beautiful memories you have of your childhood home. I am from the UK, so I don't recognise many of the trees or cars that you describe. However, the memories of climbing any tree and pretending to be someone powerful like Robin Hood, is familiar. We lived in an urban area. My sister and I would race each other on our bikes, pretending they were horses, up and down our quiet street. I climbed a tree once,only to figure out once I was up there that I was afraid of heights. I had to get my friends to help me down. Good memories of childhood always outweigh the bad. But, you brought your home to life for me. The terror of those yellow jackets. I was running with you. The beauty of a hummingbird I can only imagine. We don't have them here. I did once stand for half an hour just staring at a dragonfly. I had never seen one before. I have removed frogs and toads from my home after they had been eating the huge amount if slugs we had, then had become disorientated and accidentally hopped indoors. I would just pick them up and put them outside again. They would just gratefully hop away. We had chickens, so we would always have fresh eggs. So, even in an urban house, there was great scope for nature. Thank you for just touching my heart with your words. I was there with you as you watched your memories fly past. It was wonderfully written with great description and a vibrancy that I haven't read in a long time. Thanks again. Angel

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