Little Girl, Where Are You?


I am reblogging this post from my old blog. Something Joey (a very cool blogger you should definitely be following said in a comment made me think of the day I wrote this post. It ties in with the post and the comments left on my blog about the house I lived in when we moved to Ohio.

A Life Worth Living

IMAG2858I am a creature of habit. I generally maintain the same routine and take the same route to places I frequently visit. On my route to the grocery store, I fell in love with the adventures of a little girl whom I would never know. I fell in love with her because even passing by her in a moving car I could feel her energy and her spirit.

This charming little spirit lived in a small house in one of the older neighborhoods in my town. Her house was in need of a new coat of paint and the chain-link fence was wavy in appearance where I’m sure at one time it stood rigid and straight. At the front corner of the fence, there was a small tree – leggy from lack of pruning. At the height of its bloom, the leaf spread was still sparse. Between the small tree…

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6 thoughts on “Little Girl, Where Are You?”

  1. When I was young, we didn’t have a garden. My ‘hideaway’ was my bedroom, a place where my imagination was set free. My bed, chair, and desk were my ‘tree and two chairs’.
    Lovely memory, Maggie.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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    1. Living in the country, I felt I had the whole world at my disposal. The important thing for a child is to have a sanctuary. It does not matter much where. I can imagine you there tucked away in your room, Pete.

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  2. When I was a kid our whole neighborhood was full of landscaping meant to look natural. This meant there were countless nooks and crannies to hid in and play. Sadly I guess people didn’t like the “natural” look and have torn down much of that wild growth in favor of carefully planted yards.

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    1. I love our natural surroundings, Elizabeth. So many overly groomed yards are filled with chemicals these days. We played in and around the bushes and shrubs as kids, and climbing trees was a favorite pastime.

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