So I took a little pit stop on my way to the lake last Friday.
I’ve been wanting to take some pictures of the town where I grew up. The place that is the setting for most of my memories before the age of eighteen.
It’s not now nor has it ever been a big, fancy place but as we all do my town has changed, grown and to some degree kept up with the times… they are building a McDonalds now and rumor is a Braums sometime next year…pretty big deal for a town with one stoplight.
Though I appreciate the new and improved I found myself drawn to the old stuff.
The horse swings in the park, that plead for a coat of paint
The rocket slide that seemed so big and risky when I was little
The Rangeline Motel sign that even as a kid I knew was tacky
The old convenience store next to the tennis courts …always grabbed a Dr. Pepper and an order of potato wedges after tennis practice
The football field (replaced with a new one a few years ago) where I spent almost every Friday night my first 18 years
I’m glad I took the time to stop, reflect, remember and record before these pieces of my memory are inevitably upgraded, restored or all together demolished.
My town – a place where I grew up happy – left with a smile – and remember fondly.