Life’s a Candy Store
You get to be a 6-year-old kid again for one day and one day only — plan your perfect 24 hours. Where do you go, what do you do, and with whom?
When I was six, I was a first-grader joyfully immersed in the wonderful world of learning to read. Whole books! All to myself! One of my favorites was calledSpring on Breezy Hill. If I had time, I’d look for the author, but I’m in a rush this morning.
I found it quickly 🙂
(Spring on Breezy Hill, by Betsey McCurry, 1952)
Anyway, it was the story of a little girl (me, of course, in my daydreams) who went to visit her aunt and uncle for the summer. They lived in a lovely place called Breezy Hill, and they had a farm.
It was every little girl’s dream farm. Baby animals everywhere you looked, and they all cooperated with being hugged and snuggled. Rabbits, kittens, peeps, ducklings, piglets, calves, and best of all, brand new horses! Oh, my heart!
I don’t remember the girl’s name anymore. It doesn’t really matter, because it was myself I was seeing. I got to taste fresh milk right from the cow. I got to see how to make butter and cheese. I got to help pick vegetables right from the garden and eat them fresh. Such tomatoes! And there were fruit trees, but of course it was spring, so there wasn’t much fresh fruit yet. But how I loved the beautiful flowers that bloomed on the trees!
And speaking of flowers, there were zillions of them. Wildflowers in the meadow, cultivated flowers in the yard and the gardens. I still love flowers.
I helped my aunt hang freshly washed sheets out to dry, and they smelled better than candy when they were placed fresh from the line onto my bed.
I slept to the sound of tree frogs and crickets, and I was never afraid in a storm because my aunt and uncle always left my door open so I could see the light from the hall.
I often woke up to the wonderful aroma of fresh bread, or bacon and eggs. It was not a hardship to get up early when those delicious smells came tiptoing into my room and up my nose.
Yes, I’d like to go back there when everything was new, fresh, and innocent.
It was a wonderful book.