May 2004
Growing Up
A very many years ago
in a small town lived a boy, a girl, and a dog. The dog was the smartest
of the three. He, as male dogs are referred to, was a Saint Bernard; a
big hairy and muscular dog standing about two feet six inches tall. This
dog, towering over the boy and the girl, would romp around town as if he
owned it. The dog was never on a leash and would go from one end of town
to the other. The dog had a spiked collar and a flea collar. The dog
would rub up against apple trees to seldom itch his furry coat. The
apple trees had a sweet smell in the bark and the dog loved the feeling
they gave to his body.
The boy was the son of a wealthy landowner, who
made millions off the poor folks everywhere. The boy was five and a
fourth feet tall and had blond hair. His father has gray hair and his
mother has dyed her hair red. The boy was walking to school on the only
road to town. It was about a mile and took him about an hour. He would
go to classes until three o’clock and go to the library. The library was
in the center of town. His father would pick him up at five-fifteen and
they would go home to dinner. At home, the family enjoyed their
one-story three-bedroom ranch. In addition, there was a well-maintained
library with shelves and shelves of books.
The girl was not of school age, so the mayor would
occasionally take her to his office and show her what he did for a
living. On these days, he would give her a book to read, from his many
office bookshelves. She grew up, reading good books and knowing the good
things her father did for everybody; she was very proud of him. She
liked reading the books and learning about the world. She liked reading
fiction and non-fiction alike but did not know the difference of either.
She did not know that fiction was not true. She was about forty-five
pounds with baby blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. She was so adept at
reading the many books that she went through them swiftly, because of
the daily daycare her father’s office supplied.
The boy was an avid reader of many books fit for him and was going to school for two years now. Second grade held the boy down from advancing and he was very bored with being a second grader. He had been gifted with a very good ability to read and learn so every chance he made; he would read any book he got from his father’s library. He pulled down a good book, as he was not concerned with the level of reading. His great ability first came about when he was young and did something wrong. His father would lock him in the library with one book and told him he would not get to eat dinner if he did not at least start reading the book. As time gradually went on, he volunteered to read instead of being punished by reading. He thought it would be best to read a book that had a cover that fascinated him. His vocabulary improved greatly as he read more and more books. There was a meeting later at school with his mother and father and several school leaders. The meeting participants were going to discuss the boy’s schooling, whether he could be advanced into another grade. The reading of the books brought this out of the closet.
The school meeting was very productive. The
boy’s test results enabled him to be advanced into the fourth grade.
He liked that. He was able to read his books and learn more. Because
he liked reading, he did little and even less for fun and
recreation. He imagined flying on his way to school. Flying all
types of planes over the oceans of the world. On his way home he
imagined being Mark Twain characters, Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. When
he got home, he picked up the current book he was reading, and
proceeded to read until dinner-time.
The years passed very quickly as winter turned into summer and back
again. The boy came home finishing school with a well-earned degree.
He noticed large changes to the house. As he came into the house
everything looked smaller as he was now taller. He was at the front
door, glanced over the right shoulder and saw the big dog rustling
in the flowers. The boy could hardly believe his eyes. He was home.
He walked into the living room and said, “Hello, anyone here, I’m home.”
His mother and father came from the den and saw their son standing
there. It was a great home-coming. His mother was going to have a
roast beef dinner and she told the boy that it was in proud honor of
her recent honor graduate.
A dinner to start his new life with the girl, Maggie.
Lauren and I
go every-where and spend a good load of time together. We love each
other sooooo much that we can not be a-part for the slightest of
moments and must travel with one objective in mind. A lot of people
would be like this and should be, because love is a grand function
of life on Earth. When we travel to other planets, we should travel
together and preach togetherness to the races we meet on other
planets.
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