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I Was so Young
I think that everyone thinks back to a time in their life as far back as they can remember. Some of those times were good in people’s lives and others not so good. It is, however, those memories that remain with us for the rest of our lives.
For me, that time was in the very early 1950s. I’m not going to say that we were poor, but I will say that we lived far from the rich life. Life is what you make of it, no sense dwelling on the bad times. Everyone has them and through the eyes of a little boy just starting out in life, they can stick in your mind to influence what decisions you make as you enter your adult years.
My very first memory that I can remember is the outhouse. I’m sure that being my first memory will make many people get a chuckle. Remember it is in the Pocono Mountains in the early years of my life. Can you picture a little boy in the middle of the night having to go? Ten degrees below zero, snow on the ground, the wind blowing and you know it’s time to get the flashlight and make the cold seemingly long trek to the outhouse.
Even a little boy can mumble as he opens the outhouse door with fear in his eyes. My worst thought at that early age was that my butt was going to freeze to the outhouse seat and I would be stuck there until my parents woke up in the morning. It is thoughts like that which will make a boy hold it until agony sets in, but at times, nature will win out. Cold, snowy, wind blowing but I was not afraid of the dark. Darkness has never been scary to me. I was more worried about the outhouse demons.
Summertime, when the hot weather would set into the Poconos, would make one think that the trip to the outhouse was not going to be so bad. However with the summer also came spiders, something that I have never been very fond of. My brother, as well as I, both had the fear of spiders crawling on our butts. Many people have never had the fears of what I had to go through.
I look back on those times and laugh about it now. Not long ago I was talking with my brother and he told me about the time when he was very young and he accidentally got locked in the outhouse. Apparently, our mother finally came to look for him. It gave us a good laugh remembering back to those days..
It wasn’t too long after my first memory that I looked out the windows of our back porch and saw a man drilling a well behind our house. Not much of a thought in today’s times but in the eyes of a little boy who was not even at school age, soon it meant no more late night treks to the dreaded outhouse.
Copyright Larry W. Fish 2017