“Wanna Go for a Walk Momma”

 ”Wanna go for a walk momma?”  she asked me…

“Sure” I replied, “wanna walk all the way across this entire town?” I asked with a raised eyebrow and a grin..

Her eyebrow perked “Yes!” she squealed “All the way across this entire town?!” she inquired.

“Mmmhmm. All.the.way.” I said

She looked at me with those big brown eyes full of wonder and excitement as she held out her hand and said

“let’s rock momma” to which I replied “let’s roll baby”

{secret rockstar handshake}

and off we went…

We were visiting my gramma who lives in the tiny town I grew up in until I was 12 years old.  A town full of memories…a childhood of memories came flooding into my mind as we headed out all the way across town.  I showed the PIT where my childhood friends lived…my old daycare…the ministers garden that we used to steal tomatos from to throw at houses…the grocery store that my friends & I climbed (who knows why) and launched apples at passing cars (that did not go over well)….the place where the “pumpkin house” used to be.  As kids we were certain the pumpkin house was haunted….we would sneak in every now and then on a random dare or pure boredom.  The PIT and I walked down the alley that lead from my dads shop over to my grandpas shop…the alley that my brother and I put 180000000 miles on as kids running back & forth between shops.

*side note: every mile my brother put on was put on via his beloved riding lawnmower. He would drive that stupid thing all over all the time for no reason. It was adorable!

As the PIT and I walked along her inquizative little mind kept begging for more stories. I showed her where the “pool hall” was when I was a kid. The pool hall where my parents and my friends parents often hung out after a long days work…the pool hall where we used to get those nasty candy cigarettes..the pool hall that was always blue with cigarette smoke, jukebox was always playing and our parents could often be heard laughing…

 Not far from what was once the pool hall still stands my grandfathers shop…I took the PIT there…..

Her curious mind peaked as she explored the outside of the old shop….

she peaked in the old windows and inquired about all the machines inside…the cars the walls full of grandpas tools….

She even managed a baby rockstar pose in grandpas honor…

Im pretty sure my grandpa would have been mighty proud of that lil rockstar in progress…..

 This is my grandpa….the original Rockstar…..in front of his shop..