Growing up rural in 1950’s was hard. Small rural schools taught reading, writing and ‘rithmetic, 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, it’s 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, “𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘥.” – very true. KL ❤
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So glad you liked it. I thought it was appropriate.
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