You may recall that on Fridays I work in another town. Today I went to the park for my lunch hour. Memories flooded my mind as I am familiar with this park for several reasons.
My kids traveled for baseball and we played ball here frequently. My oldest daughter, Denae, the rebel that she is, was the only girl on her ball team. That’s my first thought when I think of baseball here.
Another memory is when my youngest was very little, and my oldest boys were busy doing their own things, I brought the three middle kids, Zeke, Denae, and Charlie, to this park for Halloween. We were going to go to a haunted house.
We walked through the park and got to the entrance of the house where we were told that the actors/ characters were on a short break and that they’d be back soon. We thought we’d come back later so we started walking away. As we were a little ways from the haunted house we noticed all the actors in a large group walking through the park. And they noticed us….
As we were watching from a distance and walking away from them, they turned as a group and started walking toward us. We watched them. They watched us. We started to walk at a quicker pace. They walked faster. I told the kids to get going! These horrid creatures were not turning around, and they were quickly closing in on us.
Just a note: I do not like to be scared. I’m scared of being scared. I hate being scared. Just ask my daughter-in-law, Dani, about the time I slammed the door in her face. Well, that’s another story for another time.
So I was scared. No, I was terrified as they were relentless in coming after us. I told my kids to run. We ran. And Satan’s spawns ran after us. So I did what any scared momma would do…I pushed off on my kids’ bodies to get ahead of them. Yes. Yes, I did. I sacrificed my own children so I could get away. I actually put my hand on the kid on each side of me pushed myself forward and them back. Did I tell you I was terrified? Yeah. I was.
We continued to run and we ran hard. And it seemed as though we ran for a long time. Finally…I came to my senses and stopped in my tracks and turned around. The tribe of terror ran right up to me, face to face, and I yelled, “STOP!” No one said a word. “ENOUGH!” They remained silent. Finally, I think I started to laugh…just a little. The group finally turned around and started back for the haunted house. We went back to the van. We didn’t go to the haunted house. Momma had had enough. Anyways, why pay to go through the house of horrors when we got our own private scare fest for free? (I was also afraid they might torture us more than others if they recognized us.)
My kids were probably more traumatized by the fact that Mom was willing to leave them behind to fend for themselves then they were of being chased by Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason, Leatherface….
Is it too late to apologize? 😬 We certainly laugh about this still. A great memory.
And finally, another memory of this town is that of our family business. We owned a pyrotechnic company and we worked hard to give the best fireworks displays for the 4th of July and other events. It was challenging yet rewarding. It was hot, dirty work, but we made a great many good memories and some, well…not so good. But it was a unique experience that most people will never have. I might write more about this another time. If you’d like to view my most favorite show of all you can visit YouTube and type in “NHRA Nationals Fireworks 2006” if the link doesn’t work.
Someone in the stands took a decent video of the display. We worked hard all day along the drag strip, while they raced. We had to move away from the wall only when the funny cars raced.
Today was a peaceful day at the park. I could have stayed there all afternoon but I had to go back to work. I took pictures of my view to share with you. I chose a pretty area to sit. I will probably find my way back there again during my lunch breaks.
It is bittersweet as I reminisce of days long ago. My kids were my life. And the life changes that have taken place since…well, let’s just say I’m just not so good with change. Writing though will keep these treasured memories alive.
It is my hope. ♥️