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When I Was LIttle…

Funny, literally, the things we recall from childhood.

I live in the high desert up on a rigde across the sreet from Kuna Butte.  What is a butte? As far as I can tell it is a hill, a mound tall enough to be seen for very very many miles.

When I go across town to the foothills of Boise I can look out, find Kuna Butte and my house – from 30 miles away.

That is not what I remember from my childhood in the suburbs of New York City. That is just something I love about where I live.

The reason I want you to get a picture of where I live is…living on a rigde I get to experience high winds pretty much year round. I am talking really high winds. I watch the tumbleweeds fill my yard and blow across the farmer’s fields. I watch the birds remain suspended in air as they  batter their wings to move forward. Oh goodness, when they choose to let the wind carry them they zoom at rocket speed! Really really neat.

Wind – when I was little I used to think that the movement of tress made wind. I used to watch silently with baited breath to determine which tree moved first. In other words, I wanted to know which tree stated the wind! 🙂

Things I Pondered as a Kid

When I was little and saw signs for a garage sale  I wondered where people parked their car when they sold their garage.

I didn’t really wonder how they moved the garage though. You see I lived on a dead end. All my life the state planned to build a highway down below the dead end so they moved the two houses  that were in the line of construction to different lots in the nieghborhood.

If you have never seen a house jacked up and moved you are missing out. I got to see it twice.

Oh yeah I also was granted the gift of not seeing the highway built until I was grown and gone. Thank goodness. The highway displacde the woods and aquaduct (the path that carried water from the mountains to Nw York City) where I spent most of my young years alone in Nature.