In England, back in the day, the most common method of transport for children and teens was legs. Apart from riding bikes and roller-skating, walking was the norm. There were no trainers (sneakers) then so my shoes always seemed scuffed and down at heel. But they were comfortable. Going for walks whatever the weather is still one of my favorite things to do.
I didn’t think much of it then, but now realize that huge chunks of time were spent on my feet since distances traveled were often several miles. Take mathematic lessons, for instance. Math was my worst nightmare at school, so by the time I was ten, my father decided I needed extra tuition to make me brighter.
Another home I walked forever to reach was that of my elderly piano teacher. Her house reeked of stale frying oil, and she smelled of peppermints, which she kept in her apron pocket and handed out when students did well. I don’t remember receiving any. Not that I minded. I mean, who knew what else got stuffed in that pocket?
Another good memory came from caravan holidays in Anglesey, Wales.
and mice, even a badger or two braved the storm on many occasion. I can still smell the sweet scent of rain on wet skin and clothes just thinking about it.
All great experiences that have flavored my writing through the years.
Hmm! Think I’ll go take a walk. In the sun. There’s a backdrop of snow-capped mountains overflowing with early winter out there, just waiting for me to put on my shoes and make more memories.
PS - I'm signing at Barnes & Noble, Orem, UT, Thursday, December 10th, 6-8:PM. and love meeting readers. There will be another Famous Family Night T-shirt draw. Not to be missed. And I'll be getting pictures for my blog!
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