“Baby Steps”

Time has a way of creeping up on us and if we don’t pay attention can and will slip right on by.

Taking baby steps is sometimes a good idea no matter how old we get. Sometimes those baby steps are fun and we are constantly wearing “baby grins” and having fun while other times finds us stumbling and falling down. And no, this is not another rant about WordPress.

Remember when you fell and scraped your knee on the sidewalk? Crying like the world was at an end and the burn… but mom was there to show you the love and micerachrome to make it all better. Dad on the other hand would use Iodine, {I look back and wonder if he did this for shits and giggles to watch us squirm). I contend that a mother’s love is some of the best medicine you will ever have.

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The Medicine Jar

As time goes by you “outgrow” the need to have mom comfort you and find other ways of obtaining comfort if you will. I started my first love affair which as they say you never get over, my first love however was not the hot little thing that lived across the street but the street drugs and alcohol that numbed my feelings and offered false hopes of peace.

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On the Streets

After around a year or so later I woke up from the fabulous funk of Roars 714s and Richards Wild Irish Rose among other drugs that were around in the 1970s emerging as a completely different animal. This puppy was quickly becoming a junkyard dawg and learning to show dominance instead of insecurities. By 1977 I had outgrown the “yard” that was my city and ventured out into the “neighborhood” which is America.

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Highway of Ecstasy

This was the highway to freedom leaving my hometown and afterwards a highway to freedom for many of my female friends. During this journey I have travelled many highways and byways in this “neighborhood” from Hwy 6 to Route 666 and have ran with many different varieties of “dawgs” on these travels learning & teaching each other along the way.. My journeys have left more baby grins on my memory bank than burns but they are there too. Eventually I69 brought me back to my hometown and those long ago streets I grew up running on.

Full Circle

I was still a wild dawg running the streets and raising hell but time was creeping in and about to show this old dawg it was time to slow down. Through being hit by cars while running {riding my bike} and the many times the “dawg catcher” police put me in the “pound” experience’s were learned an this dawg started relaxing more. Spending more and more time on the porch I mellowed out.

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The Future

Now that time has crept up on me I have found a small yard to enjoy and I look in the rear view mirror and reminisce with baby grins about the journey that has brought me here and looking into the windshield of life I ease forward with the knowledge that my master has been watching over me all along.

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Thanks for staying with me and sharing this positive memory of my journey, have a blessed and peaceful Sunday my friends.

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