There were two families. These families lived right near each-other far into the country. They loved it there and when you walked out either ones door there was always a gently breeze blowing. The trees were green as could be in summer-time, and in fact, in winter-time as well. For almost all of the trees in that land were ever-green. Some say that it was two hot there in the summer and to wet in the winter. Some of this could be true but I dare say that the people in that land never took notice of such things. Most of the roads were dirt but indeed people did not notice that either. Or if they did it didn't bother them any. And these people spoke differently from me and you, every vowel that they said was made to sound long and soft. Not the most pleasent speech to listen to but if you were around it much you wouldn't take notice any longer but most likely would start sounding somewhat like them. Everyone in this land was layed back accept for a few who were in a large hurry but no one took notice of these people. For they were not very agreeable folks. Here, people said Ma and Pa instead of Dad and Mom and every child had a stream flowing through their back yard. And if you were to visit at one of the houses I would not be surprised it you could look out the back door and see several sublings playing barefooted in that clear stream. Hopping from rock-to-rock having the grandest time. There everyone is over joyed to have company of any kind and at any time of the day. If you and I were to go there now, we could drive down the roads and see church after church as we went over the rolling hills. That is one more thing about that land, it is neither flat or mountainous. But rather covered all over with gentle rolling hills. Apon reaching one you would only discover that anotherone quite simular was lieing before you. But here, instead of being discouraged, you would feel the need to run like a child the whole way down and then spin in circles at the bottom while looking up at the clouds. Something about this land made you feel yong and old all at the same time. No one quite knows why but some say that it is the water and still others say it is the clouds. For almost always there were beg white fluffy clouds floating softly along. As if they were on a large lake slowly drifting by. Here, the clouds are so pretty that the children, and often the adults when no one is looking, will go out onto the closest hill and lie on their backs, gazing at the clouds. Often, if you look really hard at the clouds, you can see the image of an animal. I think it is because there are so many animals there. Most of the time if you visit there you will see a skunk if not two. But you must learn that there is nothing to be scared of, for the skunks, just like the people are not to be feared. Not to say that the skunks won't spray you if you jump out behind a tree and yell at them, but most of the time they are forgiving if you only gently startle them. Here, in the summer, the sun shone very late in the afternoon so that young children went to bed while it was still daylight. The people here were quite satisfied to never go any where else. Unless of curse, they had very important buisness to attend to somewhere else. Like a funeral or a wedding. There is one thing that I dislike to tell you, the people of this land were not always nice to strangers. People with different colored skin or people that talked differently than themselves. This was not always the case but it was so with some of them. They wouldn't hurt you, for they were indeed kind-hearted people.
Such was the land that our two lovely families lived in. These families had been friends for as long as one can remember. They were kind, happy people and were always nice to strangers. No matter what color you were or how you talked. In fact, one of them had come from a far away land in the North. He eventually started to sound like everyone else there and soon you could barely tell the difference. His name was James. He married a beautiful maden named Deborah. They were very happy together and over time had four children, who's names were, Hattie, Hank, Harlie, and Harris. All of these children liked it where they lived but Harlie sometimes wished she lived on a far-a-way mountain where it was cold. But she never wanted that enough to move. She liked it here with her family and friends. The other family that I mentioned were the Kunkels. Randy married Lisa and they had three children named, Nicole, Rebekah, and Grant. These two families were so close that they almost considered themsilves related. They always got along quite nicely and that is why they loved eachother so much. Long ago, when the children were still very young, these families lived in a large city. They didn't like living there as you could amigine. And when they found the land that I have described to you, they knew at once that it was right for them. They had enough money to live quite nicely in that land when they moved. So they built beautiful homes right next to each other. The Kunkels lived on a soft green hill with a little river always flowing in the small vallie behind their home. The children loved their many pets. One of their favorite pets was a goat named Bambi. This goat was acceptionaly special goat because it could drink out of a glass of water. Bambi also learned how to open the big sliding door to the barn so she could go in when it was very sunny or raining. The other family, had animals too. But their favorite animals they let live in the house with them. Both were dogs; the littler, older ones name was Lilly, and they bigger younger one was named Reagan. Both were very friendly dogs, the kind that you want to cuddle up with in bed and take a long nap with. Lilly was light brown or dark tan, how ever you chose to look at her. She was very cute with a small black nose and a curly tail that was almost always wagging especially when you talked to her. Reagan was a black and white Boarder Collie. Who was a tad smaller than a normal sized dog. Her eyes always glistened when you were playing fetch, for this was her favorite game in the whole world. She was extremely smart and could learn tricks in no time at all. So is the life of our two families. They were very happy together and did almost everything with each other. And never had a problem between them. In the winter, as Christmas-time drew near, these two families would sing Christmas songs together, and bake lots of delicious things. They loved to share these things with people, for the joy that it gave these people made the two families very happy. In the summer, their back yards were filled with big green gardens, and if you looked closely, you could almost see the lush green plants growing right before your eyes. The families liked to make the garden things into wonderful food, like squash muffins, and sweet pickles. The children loved to walk in the garden bare-footed, and feel the fresh cool dirt beneath their feet. In the evenings, as the sun started to fall gently toward the treetops, the sun always seemed lazy in this land, the children would hear their mother calling them for dinner. Then they would sit down for a dinner around the big wooden table. They would eat things like biscuits with lots of honey. After dinner, the whole family would play a game together. They loved playing games, and would always want to play one more time. Or they would read a book as they all laid on their parents bed. Once the sun had gone away completely to rest for the night, and the moon was slowly raising in the velvety night air, the children would crawl in their beds, and their mother would come and say their prayers with them. And just before they fell asleep, their father would come and sing to them between their bedrooms. And just as the face of the moon was as high as it could go, the children would fall to sleep, and their father would quietly go to bed with their mother. These children loved their time with their family. Not that there weren't bad things occasionally in their life, but over-all, the most abundant feeling that they had was peace. Their home, of which I have not yet spoken of, was a cozy home. It had a green roof, with plenty of elderly trees all around, so that in the summer, as the warm sun was shining down, the children could still be in the shade as they played in the yard. Beyond the shady yard, was a beautiful roaming field. Across from the field was a deep wood, and beyond that, far in the distance, was a small mountain, covered to the top with trees, deep and green year-round. In the yard, lived a pleasant old dog named Brown Dog. He, as you can probably imagine, was a comforting caramel color, with a little grey muzzle. Around the back side of the home, between the little bubbling creek and the back porch, was Brown Dog's house. It was filled with straw for him to sleep on, and it even had a little over-hang to keep the rain out. Every hour or so, Brown Dog would awake, stretch long, and wonder out of his house. He would make a round or two through the yard, and maybe even check on the deep field while he was up and about. Once he was quite certain that the children were well and happy, and all was in its proper place, he would wonder slowly back to his cozy little house, and lie back down for another long nap. No-one knew just how old Brown Dog was. In fact, few even cared. He was like a part of the family: he had always been there, and I suppose everyone thought that he always would be. And there I will end my story. Although it may sound like a fairy-tale, it is certainly not: for I know this story quite well. It is the story of my childhood. A wonderful childhood it was, peaceful and quite, but at the same time, filled with simple pleasures, and earnest excitements. This is my story.
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