Postcards from the Funny Farm

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We all have those blissful memories of youth and summer. Whether it was eating watermelon in the cul-de-sac or enjoying snow-cone or popcorn machines the grownups on the street rented for a special event like the Fourth of July. Or maybe it was just traipsing through the mud out behind the house or down the creek. There’s something about the discoveries and kaleidoscopes of youthful perception that stay in our psyche forever.

Some of you know I am taking a brief vacation from blogging. I’ve asked some excellent blogger friends of mine to do some guest blogging and so far Marcia has been kind enough to offer her muse during my “get my head together” and “recharge my writing batteries” time. This summer should be an amazing time for my family and I know I will be writing some of my best stuff. Furthermore, I feel a sense of arrival with my “inspiration” writing niche. I’ve had one other niche since I started, you may recall the “language blog” days … that ended up being forced. I’m hopeful I will stay excited about writing on inspiration until I am old and grey … well, old … I’m already turning grey ;)

A few others besides Marcia have shown interest in guestblogging so stay tuned for theirs. I should be back full-swing in a week or so. Thanks for being patient and checking back. For now, since it doesn’t require much effort on my part, I checked in tonight with a question for you:

What is the strongest memory of youth and summer you can recall?