I know all of my fans are “young at heart” but are adults with real world responsibilities. Just for a moment lets step back in time to before you grew your whiskers and had boundless energy. What did you imagine you would be when you grew up? Doctor? Scientist? Chef? World famous blogger? For me it was none of the above. My dream was to grow up to be a WWI flying ace just like my hero, Snoopy. Every fall I would watch the TV special in which Snoopy climbed onto his dog house and it magically turned into a plane and he fought dog fights with the Red Baron. (At the time I didn’t know he was just a cartoon character).
At the Woodpile, one day an old bird house fell out of the tree above and landed on a stump. It had seen better days. The paint had long ago peeled away. For me, it was the ultimate structure to play on. With just a bit of imagination it became a flying dog house.
As a little ’munk this was the coolest most awesome looking play ground.
Checking to see if any birds were at home.
I climbed up into the “cockpit”
As I grabbed hold of the controls and fired up the engine it transformed into a flying dog house before my eyes. Piloting the plane I could feel the wind rushing by.
My older brother did not want to be left out. As the red baron hot in pursuit of me swooped down, my brother devised a plan.
With perfect timing he jumped aboard.
Holding on tightly he yelled to the Baron “Let’s get him!”
He manned the machine gun with his two paws as they
tried to shoot me down.
(Some serious sibling rivalry issues!)
When they ran out of ammo, my brother started throwing sunflower seeds at me!
Well Dad had enough of that and told us it was time to
let the other critter kids play.
So ended my dream of becoming a WWI flying
ace.
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