back in the black-and-white 50’s, money went a long way
so that’s why I was thrilled to find a nickel on the street one day
I thought about things I could buy that would be handy
and narrowed it down to what interested me most…candy!
Mar’s Bars, M&M’s, Snickers, Atomic Fireballs, and Paydays
were just some the favorites that came to mind
and Butterfingers, Clark Bars, and Bit-O-Honeys
Peter Paul Mounds, Baby Ruth, and Sugar Babies
Oh Henry! Necco’s, and Zero bars
my head swam with all of the possibilities
among those sugary stars
when it came to the moment of truth
I took that nickel and bought a Baby Ruth
some early memories are gardens of delight
others are not so serene like getting into a fight
making Revelle car models like Ed Roth’s SuperFink
was a favorite hobby because I didn’t have to think
I raced on narrow red skateboards with metal wheels
while dreaming of someday having my own automobiles
my imagination was unfettered with too many facts
spending my time playing with all kinds of knick-knacks
countless hours were spent imitating TV heroes
in plots with pals featuring dramatic death throes
my memories of those early days
of childish beliefs and pretend plays
are still companions in my old age
and are still a pleasure to engage
a generation of spoiled little creatures
the bane of teachers
the result of helicopter parents
coddling their adolescents
breaking rules to benefit their child
parents allowing their kids to go wild
our school systems now a joke
underpaid teachers going broke
respect for public education
is lacking in our great nation
I looked like a defiant little boy
staring into the camera with his toy
with my serious eyes and curly hair
it could have been taken anywhere
a black and white memory of days past
a glimpse of youth that didn’t last
no trace of a smile on my chubby face
it appears I’d rather be in some other place
what caused me to look so grim?
something serious, or just a whim?
I can’t remember what I thought that day
it appears someone interrupted my play
childhood photos are ghosts from our past
while memories fade, they’ll always last
Eight-year old Tony couldn’t wait to go outside and play with his favorite present, a BB gun. Mom and Dad gave him a quick lecture about gun safety. After getting dressed he grabbed the cardboard target and BB gun on his way out to the backyard.
He set the target up on a tree and had fun shooting at it for an hour before his eyes wandered around looking for other targets.
A bird. Without thinking he shot it; dropped the gun, and ran over to it. Hot tears ran down his eyes as he buried the sparrow.
When Harold saw the thing slithering out from beneath his bed he felt both vindicated and horrified.
His parents wouldn’t listen to him the first time he became aware of it’s presence. That’s why he wasn’t on the bed tonight and hiding behind his chest of drawers with a baseball bat.
When the thing slithered on top of his bed and wound itself around his pillow, he rushed out and smashed it into a bloody pulp!
The next morning.
“Have you seen a boa constrictor around?” his mother asked. “Billy next door said his pet boa escaped.”
“No,” he lied.
Tom heard scratching at the front door and turned to his six-year-old sister Sara to see if she heard it. She was clutching her rag doll and he could see by the fear in her eyes she had and was looking for guidance.
He wished their parents were home while clutching the pistol. They had to go to town, a days ride from the ranch. At nine, he was considered old enough to be in charge.
It was snowing outside and the wind whistled through the wooden cabin like a banshee.
The door opened.
A half frozen man crawled in.