(Guest blogger, Mary Gaston, shares vignettes from her childhood.)
By Mary Gaston
I swung on the swing set, my feet kissing the baby blue sky. Toes painted a pastel pink, reminding me of cotton candy.
I dipped the stale dough ball into the water, creating a moldable piece of bait. I slid it onto the copper rusty hook and tossed it into the murky water. Within moments, the ball of dough found itself in the mouth of a bass. Continue reading “Blissful Childhood Memories”