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|Best thoughts come in the morning|
My morning walks always stir my memory pool. The beauties of the early mornings give birth to the best of thoughts. Thoughts that returned me to the days at my grandparents' home. My daddy was a country boy who was raised on a little farm a few miles from Crowville, Louisiana until he left to go off to college in the 1930s.
Later, this little farm became the center of attraction for all the families of the brothers and sisters to gather for many years to come. The peace that was a by-product of the simplicity of the times brought a happiness that created an excitement when it was time to go to Grandmother and Granddaddy Payne's.
There were no Toys R Us stores, or Wal-Marts. If you wanted a toy, you created it from your imagination. I loved to play "cars" under the house. Those country homes were raised up off the ground several feet. This made for an ideal playground. We could make roads in the dirt for our cars. Our toy cars were anything from bricks, rocks, or bottles. I always sought out the milk of magnesia bottle.
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Robert Charles Payne is an inspirational writer who lives in West Monroe. He can be contacted by e-mailing email@example.com.