Pine Needle Forts and Tree Root Skating Rinks
At 12 years of age your priorities for home are different than as an adult. My father wanted land and a place for a huge garden. That meant country. For me country meant no friends, and no cable TV.
15-20 minutes outside of the nearest town is where we ended up. Not another kid for me to play with anywhere around, even though the school wasn’t far from the place. We lived in a trailer back then. It was nice and my father expanded on it quite a bit, I think that’s why I dislike the sound of power saws and that burning wood smell that it produces.
But what I think of most about that home is the outside. We had a long narrow stretch of the land in front of the trailer where the cars parked. I guess it would be the driveway. It was bordered by lines of pine trees. Nothing grew because of the cars and it was great for riding my bike.
Tree roots were everywhere along the edge of the drive and I would wind my bike through them testing my ability to avoid hitting anything. It was kind of like doing the technical figure skating where you did figure eights over and over in the same groves. I did that with my bike.
The bike was also my airplane. The drive was slightly higher than the road running alongside it. If you got up enough speed you could jump through the air and hope to land properly. If you panicked there was always a tree to stop you. No comment from me on whether I had to use the trees for that purpose or not. And no I don’t have a faint scar on my chin.
I had a basketball goal that my father made the backboard of for me. It was on a large pine tree toward the end of the drive and the trailer. At 12 I wondered how I was every going to keep making shots as the tree grew taller. Yeah, I had no idea at that time the tree grew out the top. No shame here. Well, not much.
There were hours of shooting basketballs and racing to keep them from hitting my father’s red pickup truck that he had rebuilt and painted himself. It kept me quick. Sure he’s a great father but you don’t mess with a Southern man’s truck. There’s a piece of Southern Culture advice for you.
The pine trees were toys to me. When the needles would fall I would make walls of forts with big mounds of them. Yes, we had that many trees. There really wasn’t a fear of things to bite you back then. You just played.
The dirt was dark and rich back then, not like the red dirt where I live now. You smelled nature. You felt it all around you. Now it’s the exhaust fume smells and claustrophobia of other houses on top of you.
Home now is just a place to sleep. These days in this world, house is the right word for it, not home. A home is where your heart is. A house is just where you stay. I miss those pine needle forts and tree root skating rinks.
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10 thoughts on “Pine Needle Forts and Tree Root Skating Rinks”
This reminds me of the movie ‘We Bought A Zoo.’
I’ve never seen the movie, but think maybe I saw a commercial for it. I will take it as a compliment though. 🙂
Yup it is as it’s a beautiful movie. The father actually decides to buy a small zoo out in the country and the teenage son is unhappy but slowly begins to fall in love with the place. (along with a girl of course!)
” If you panicked there was always a tree to stop you.” Got a hoot out of this. The sand was too soft and deep for us to ride bikes ( we tried – useless) but we did jerk the wheels off a wagon, built a go cart with rope steering (no power) and head to the big rocky hill where the road went sharply down. No brakes but as you say, there are always trees, ditches and bushes.
Enjoyed the story ( and sentence variety)
Thank you very much. We all had trees to depend on…even if we don’t want to admit to it as adults. 🙂
Very touching. I wrote about the land surrounding my childhood home too. Interesting, I wonder how many others will do the same.
It may turn out like the meal. A lot of people talked a favorite food with a memory of the people attached more than the food itself.
Thank you for the compliment.
On my way to read yours now.
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Ronovan, Ronovan, Ronovan… As always, you keep me entertained. That sly chin remark? Good one! Much like many of the others I have read today, age 12 was an ‘interesting’ time in life – mine included. Thank you for the giggles and the vivid imagery. By the way, I grew up in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. Those needles were prickly, sticky, and BIG FUN! 😉
Great job with the assignment and sentence structures!
Thank you! As kids pine needles are fun then we become adults and they become something you use for landscaping. I wonder if it’s we didn’t notice things when we were younger or they just happened as we grew up.
Perfecto senor! hehe,,its perfect 🙂 I enjoyed reading it, I wish I could go to such a place right now 🙂