I have completely ignored the inklings in the back of my mind to return to this favorite pastime of mine for weeks now. The thought crossed my mind today as my lawn mower ripped through the tall grass in our back yard, "maybe I should write about music." The thought was fleeting as I swerved all seven wild ponies of self-propelled, Craftsman made machinery around a surprise landmine left behind by Cash or Chloe. It's not that I don't think the subject to be worthy of some kind of investigation, but is this the right place? Is it the right post? I don't think so.
The initial blog post that started all of this for me was something of an explanatory effort on the name I chose for the blog. I still hold to the things I said in that post. I believe at my core that so much of what we lack in character , both on a micro and macro scale, are the characteristics learned at some of the earliest times in life. The world that I grew up in would likely be called "old fashioned" by some. I didn't need much to be entertained as a child. I had a bike, good friends and summer days to explore the world across the street from where I grew up. There weren't gizmo's and gadgets or even games and chats to worry about. We had bike jumps, air powered BB guns and dirt clod wars where they were building houses in our neighborhood. Not that those afore mentioned gadgets are inherently bad, but today's world forces me to wonder how my own children will experience childhood - in a new "High Score!" or through scraped knees and elbows.
I certainly think there is something to be said for the He Man Women Hater's club I belonged to when I was young. You see, society has trained us to think "How sad for that young boy. Women aren't any different than men. His parents must have not done a good job at raising him." That would be where society goes wrong. But we will have to save that for a different post. My point here tonight is that so much of what and who I am was learned at the onset of life. I learned to share, to fight, to forgive and to think outside the box by being in the box, as a child. I grew up in the sandbox. We all did.
Odds are I will write about a long list of subjects on here, some with which my audience may care for and agree with, some of which you will not. Be it for good, or evil, I will let you decide. I am just going to write from the heart and hopefully make my corner of the world a littler brighter.
Until next time.
"If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter."
- George Washington