Some sweet morning

"Run!" I could feel the hair standing up on my neck as I scrambled over the fence. The bib of my cut-off overalls flapping against me with every step. The three of us had beaten every bloom on my grandmothers snowball bush silly, and danced in the April sun as the petals fell on our heads. My two brothers were older and could run faster, and further, and me being the youngest and the only girl, I was bound to the property with an invisible band that even I knew better than to break. I would get my butt busted and be back in the house playing paper dolls by the time the boys came home to face the full festered wrath of a woman suffering the loss of a prized garden pet. I miss those days. I use to lay in the back yard under the oaks and tie clover flowers together all day making chains. I would drape them from this tree to that junk car, tie them on the old stray dogs collar. These are the places I hide now in my heart. These are the things you can only have once. I long for those sweet spring mornings when we would wake up to the sound of the old steam train making the rounds with tourist "visiting the countryside". I use to run to the track and wave at the people and think to myself how lucky they were to see the world, even if it was just a small stretch from Tennessee to Kentucky. I'm realitivly young to have experienced a childhood like I did. I remember getting indoor plumbing. It was pretty darn cool the first time hot water came out of the wall and not off of the stove. The heat came from the fireplace, the AC came from opening the windows, and the education started as soon as you woke up. I think I could snap beans before I could talk, I rode on a tractor before I rode a bike, and I would have rather been feeding dirt to the cows than dressing up for sunday school anyday. I spent my summers barefoot and stringy haired making mud pies in the garden. I spent my winters dreaming of summers. I loved sleeping there in the one room with my family. The boys in one bed, me and my mom in the other. By todays standards we were dirt poor, but I thought I had everything as long as I could stare out that open window at night, away from street lights, no cars going by, lightining bugs flashing in a jar on the window seal, dozing off to sleep dreaming of the smell of the next sweet morning...