tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973593384239080192.post184504525745246138..comments2023-11-03T03:46:48.889-04:00Comments on Deep Thoughts: My Best Friend Junior (Jr)This Is My Blog - fishing guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03826128050970967135noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973593384239080192.post-56946140804954104232008-02-02T10:06:00.000-05:002008-02-02T10:06:00.000-05:00SG: We also had a little stream on the way to the ...SG: We also had a little stream on the way to the river to swim or fish. There was a large culvert that we would go through under a major highway. It had a flat bottom so we just had to try not to get to wet. I'm glad you have fun childhood memories.<BR/>Jo: The water from the spring had an iron taste. It was cold and was always good on hot days.This Is My Blog - fishing guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03826128050970967135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973593384239080192.post-57784887633909663982008-02-02T00:00:00.000-05:002008-02-02T00:00:00.000-05:00I enjoyed the story. We never had a swimming hole...I enjoyed the story. We never had a swimming hole in NM. Every once in a while my brothers would swim in one of the metal tanks by a windmill. I was afraid of water...still am.<BR/><BR/>I loved drinking from a spring. Great water.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the memories.Jo Castillohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00411430042547033972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973593384239080192.post-66991012382505277182008-02-01T19:55:00.000-05:002008-02-01T19:55:00.000-05:00Your story reminds me of the places I used to play...Your story reminds me of the places I used to play as a child. We (seven kids) had 120 acres to romp around on. <BR/><BR/>Down the road was a stream with a culvert that we used to run through. The culvert ran under the highway. It was tall enough to where we could duck and run through it, hopping across back and forth over the stream, trying not to fall in. But you had to run a couple of steps and then jump to the other side and run a few steps and keep doing this, since it was round and if you stopped running, you would fall in the stream. That was our game. Whoever could make it the fastest through and without getting wet, won.<BR/><BR/>We also played kickball, baseball and we built forts in the woods.<BR/><BR/>My brothers and sisters were my best friends.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for your story. It reminded me of some of the best times of my life.Shark Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09148235602133742425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973593384239080192.post-32082703857251155542008-01-31T15:24:00.000-05:002008-01-31T15:24:00.000-05:00Jr and I are still friends and we see each other a...Jr and I are still friends and we see each other at least once a year. I'm also friends with his two sons. Jr also had Prostate Cancer and retired early. He lives in Florida for the winter and comes to PA for the summer. We golfed together several times two years ago but last year was a tough year for me to get out golfing with him. I will post later on this years golf outing and relate a story that he told which I had forgotten.This Is My Blog - fishing guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03826128050970967135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973593384239080192.post-6446868784999079692008-01-31T10:16:00.000-05:002008-01-31T10:16:00.000-05:00Fishing Guy: I think memories keep us grounded. No...Fishing Guy: I think memories keep us grounded. No matter what's happening in the here and now we can look back and see from where we came. We can always go back to an easier, sometimes happier time. Childhood memories are the best! Are you and Jr. still close?Carlettahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11178161514195582965noreply@blogger.com