Living the Dream

Our family gatherings have always been filled with nostalgic glimpses into a much simpler life. A life shown to us young’uns through the many stories that would always be told of an old shack hidden from the world behind tall weeds, thick patches of blackberry brambles, and an old cedar tree that seemed to be the focal point of all the tales that started with I remember when. I always listened with a sort of awe as my brothers and sisters reminisced about walking backwoods paths, carrying water from the well, or hanging the laundry out to dry in the scent of summer wildflowers. It appeared that they lived in a time where politics, war, and hate were not the daily bread and money, greed, and desire were not all-consuming. Where life, love, and family were more than just words placed on a piece of paper. The world is a place where everyone lives in peace only in my dreams