Growing up rural in 1950โs was hard. Small rural schools taught reading, writing and โrithmetic, home economics for the girls, shop for the boys. Teachers were strict, parents stricter. Girls would be wives and mothers; boys would be husbands with jobs. Futures were cast.
The school of hard knocks taught how to survive, things not learned in textbooks, experiences gained navigating young lives. Some prospered, became successful and happy; others survived.
The experiences gained, lessons learned, successes and failures, whether thick or thin, itโs all just mud on one’s tires of life. Only one knows how thick the mud.
Read last week’s 99-word Collection, Balloons on the Bumper.

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Great response to the prompt. I loved this part especially, “๐ช๐ตโ๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ. ๐๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฅ.” – very true. KL โค
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So glad you liked it. I thought it was appropriate.
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