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Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
THE LIFE OF A CHICK
THE LIFE OF A CHICK The alarm went off and Cindy rushed out of the bed and got dressed. Cindy was in third grade in elementary school. She was so excited about the possibility of her first chick being hatched. Her mom and dad said it could happen any day now. She was certain this was the day. She could feel it. She raced as fast as she could in her bright yellow boots heading to the barn. She ran past the cow who was mooing and rubbed her hand down the side of Sinbad. Sinbad was the large white horse she helped to raise from the time he was born. Today, she wasn’t spending all her time with Sinbad. It was time to meet her new little chick.
By Seletha Head Tucker5 years ago in Families
Home is Where the Farm is
When I was a kid on the farm the barn used to be the brightest of reds. It used to be full of animals and the worst smells my little nose had ever smelt. Coming back to see it now its almost sad, the wooden boards are rotting away and weeping with peeling paint. What’s left isn’t so red anymore its more of a brown, almost like when blood dries and it looks like rust on concrete. There hadn’t been a living creature in those stalls since we packed everything up and moved to the city. So much had changed but the memories still were so vivid, and that made the sad feeling seem more hopeful. If I close my eyes I can still smell the sharp scent of the hay and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I had spent my whole childhood in the country and even now as an adult with a good job and my own family, I still look back on my time here and remember those days as the best of my life. The barn is old and tired now, it’s been through a lot just like I have. These walls watched me grow up, they watched me learn how to ride a horse and how to milk a cow. When I walk through the old creaky doors now I can remember exactly what it used to look like. Hay bails stacked up high against the walls and orange barn cats twisting around my ankles as I walked up and down the stalls petting the bristly coats of every single horse with my small hands. I can almost still feel it. The sun used to shine through the holes in the boards and you could see the dust dancing through the air. Even though the floorboards are worn down, and the walls are dull now, it feels like no time has passed since I was running through the barn with my muddy boots and grass-stained jeans. The memories are so sensory that they come flooding back with every touch, smell, and sight of the old farm. I often wonder what it would have been like if I had raised my own family in the country. I could repaint the wood to its crisp red glory, fill it with horses and cows, teach my kids how to stack the hay bails so they wouldn’t come tumbling down on top of you. They could make memories similar to my own, and I hope they would come back and remember it with the same fondness that I do. It could have been a place for them to learn and run wild without the limitations of the city and our apartment. We could fix the place up and make it look brand new, I’d leave the floors as they are though, so you could see how my footsteps wore the boards down over the years and we could watch them age with my kids and maybe even their kids. Nothing felt quite as nice as being out in the open with fresh air and sunshine surrounding you. Being in the city, I never realize how much I miss it until I’m back. Reminiscing about being a kid takes the stress of my daily life away, I feel like I don’t have anything to worry about out here. I can look out into the fields or stand in the middle of this old barn and let my thoughts melt away. No matter how much time has past, and no matter how old we both get, home is where the farm is.
By Samantha Cote5 years ago in Families
Ro and the Spider
Ro was only three but already she had fallen in love with spiders and their magical silky webs. She could spot a spider web from a distance and would insist that everyone pause and look at web she had spotted. Being only three there were many things about the world she had yet to figure out and despite her precocity and large vocabularly she was like all small children living in a dream like state where reality and imagination were often entertwined.
By Jill Levien5 years ago in Families
Philemon
Once upon a time in a simple town called Caneyville, a little boy visited his aunt and uncle for a day. He was a city boy. He was a boy who had dogs. He was from a family who had dogs not birds or pigs or monkeys or ferrets. The boy's family was a dog family. Well, his family was a dog family with the exception of this aunt.
By j.d. davis5 years ago in Families
Phoenix
He would be eighteen years old this year. In 2003, Robert and Dennis were riding their bicycles all over Henrietta. They were part of a group of boys, all thirteen, born barely a month apart, that liked to explore the area. They never told us where they were going, because we as Robert's parents, had a restricted area where they could ride their bikes. As long as they came home safe, that was basically all that mattered, unless the police brought them home.
By Joanne Magnus5 years ago in Families
Things to Know Before Having a Second Baby
This is definitely a matter of great joy that you are planning for having a second baby. You may know better how hard it is to be a mother and maybe you are getting afraid of the second one. Well, this is definitely hard and there is no doubt about it. But there are lots of things that you should do before having your second kid. These crucial things will make your journey easy and also soulful throughout the journey. Let's know what you should know before having your second kid.
By Sachin Verma5 years ago in Families
Massages for Babies: Baby Relaxation Tips
What is more natural than hugging and stroking your baby? When it comes to discovering the world, the baby embarks on an adventure full of sensory discoveries, feeling, touching and grasping everything around him / her.
By Victor Lawrence5 years ago in Families
Home
It began in the summer. We set ourselves the task of exploring the places we lived as we travelled on our narrowboat. We decided that after eighteen months of the same four walls in a 65ft boat we would show our son the world we lived in. And so we set off through the Staffordshire, Shropshire, Cheshire and Denbighshire countryside, stopping wherever we pleased and making the most of family time; me, my partner and our son.
By Karla hardiman5 years ago in Families
My Son Became a Dad
When kids are babies, we dream of the day that they will walk and talk. We look forward to all the milestones that they will reach as they travel through to their adult years. When they are in elementary school we look forward to high school; when they are in high school, we look forward to them going to college or starting a job. We beam with pride with each accomplishment and our hearts are a little bit saddened when they encounter bumps along their path. For me, perhaps the greatest wish I had for my son was that someday he would find a nice girl with whom he could make a life and have a family.
By Julie Buchy5 years ago in Families
