A few Summers ago, a shed was built.
Plywood and cedar shakes arrived.
A huge pile was carried through the gate.
The area near the fence in the back trees was cleared.
A path was dug. Cement posts were put in.
The first wood was cut loose.
The hammer came out from the red tool bin.
The holler was heard.
"Where are those teenagers of mine"
"Where are those teenagers of mine"
Out they came.
No smiles.
As I brought this and that
to them as needed
to them as needed
I heard a laugh.
Before the day was over,
I'd taken several photos
I'd taken several photos
of the three of them having fun
while they built that shed.
while they built that shed.
It now stands in the backyard.
Looking old with moss.
The memories of that Summer
nailed together forever.
~ JC ~
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18 comments:
Interesting and poignant story. It is sad how children grow up. And how time flies!
Sweet reminiscence. Nothing like shared work to bond people together.
Ah memories and the sullen teenagers! Great last line reins it all in.
Sounds like a nail whapping good time!
Like the way you resolved this..memories forever!
What a lovely memory...and the shed a constant reminder of it!
Love those last two lines!
smiles. great tale....love those moments of sweet family memory when everyone come together...
Beautiful. Ah, those teen years. I used to be such a brat and gave my parents such grief. I don't remember what point I had been trying to make.
I love the title. Sweet memories.
Oh, I like the ending...memories nailed together forever!
What a great story - that they ended up having fun in the end and making memories that you all will have forever is great!
I enjoyed this story - remembering my own reluctance to help & how my dad would always make me laugh...
A sweet memory!
Poignant, reminiscent of times past. Lovely post, well done.
Great story and well told.
What a nice memory! I love that you have written it down, because now it is ours, too.
Thank you for visiting my blog, and for your kind comments. If you should ever travel down this way, let me know. Perhaps you could stop by and see my Gracie, who looks so much like your long lost cat.
thanks for insight through reminiscence - lovely. Helen, Darcy and Bing
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