tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post1741778661198432047..comments2024-02-16T01:14:30.434-08:00Comments on Country Side Poet: Best Friends ForeverSusie Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06052734156809316397noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-13115833798959642172016-08-20T12:42:49.442-07:002016-08-20T12:42:49.442-07:00Susie, I loved this story very much, and boy did I...Susie, I loved this story very much, and boy did I relate to so many things about it. I bet you were so mad at your brothers for scaring you and your friends at the trail. How funny that you ended up marrying each other's brothers. That old trail holds many memories for you I bet. Oh, you made my heart sing talking about the things you used to do - the same things I used to do as a kid.......the sleepovers with friends, the Kool-Aid and how we used to pour on our hands and lick hahaha, the little record players with the forty five records, the moon pies, and the shiny black Go Go boots! <br /><br />Thanks for bringing back a little of my own childhood, Susie. Those were fun times for sure.<br /><br />love, ~SheriRed Rose Alleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02685747099912989862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-35702427402791424072016-08-19T00:53:08.825-07:002016-08-19T00:53:08.825-07:00Everything does come to an end...but my oh my what...Everything does come to an end...but my oh my what wonderful memories to have...so beautiful <3Optimistic Existentialisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11507986337866049924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-47495170016659758222016-08-18T06:58:14.507-07:002016-08-18T06:58:14.507-07:00Susie, I love to read of your childhood. The story...Susie, I love to read of your childhood. The story of running on the path and hitting the road on a dead run...that made me think of my mother. She was working at a shirt factory in Tenn. when she was around 15-16..she said she'd start walking home down the road, it would get dark on her before she got home...she'd be walking and running and said she could hear her own heals popping (echoing) as she ran. She said she lied about her age to get that job. I am thankful you had a strong set of parents. That switch thing brought back memories as well. Ouch. Blessings, love, xoxo, SusieSusiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06425051654313691986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-73725280273424220582016-08-16T16:59:07.431-07:002016-08-16T16:59:07.431-07:00I love reading your stories from childhood. What ...I love reading your stories from childhood. What a great childhood you had... Kids today don't do things like that I don't think... Makes me SAD.... <br /><br />I also had some wonderful childhood friends and we would get together and spend the night with each other on the weekends and during the summer... And YES---we'd also sleep on the hard floor.. BUT---oh, such fun... OH those memories...<br /><br />Hugs,<br />BetsyBetsy Banks Adamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16223591156634767330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-44820377411275089962016-08-16T11:45:34.690-07:002016-08-16T11:45:34.690-07:00Wow! These are happy memories of your childhood. ...Wow! These are happy memories of your childhood. I love the fun you had playing in the creek and walking in the woods. This brought back many good memories of my childhood.Brenda Kay Ledfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03077314514118637590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-55005159596499539932016-08-15T17:43:40.206-07:002016-08-15T17:43:40.206-07:00This was so much fun to read, Susie. I really enjo...This was so much fun to read, Susie. I really enjoyed hearing about your memories of good times with your friends. :)Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-30685054882134009412016-08-15T13:49:33.728-07:002016-08-15T13:49:33.728-07:00Susie, this brought back many memories of my own. ...Susie, this brought back many memories of my own. But, unlike you, I wouldn't spend the night away from home, not even with my married sister. Finally, when I was in junior high school, I spent the night at a slumber party, but I never really liked to be away from home at night. That feeling still is a part of me today at age 75; I'm just a "homebody".<br /><br />I used to borrow a friend's little record player and listen to her 45s of Elvis.lil red henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com