My House
Blog 3

When I was a very young boy I was fortunate to live deep in the hilly woods of central Indiana, just on the North-East side of shades state park. We lived in a house trailer on my grandfather's lake (LOK SHANGRELA). It was in my opinion the best place in the world to grow into a young man. It was very secluded and surreal there was a five acre lake and his property totaled ninety acres of woodland full of hills and hollows. It was fun, educational, although at times very harsh, if you can imagine going back in time about two hundred years. My childhood was much comparable to that of Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer I spent most of my time trying to stay as far from authority as I could. Deep in the woods I was free and I loved it, the longer I could spend in the woods the happier I was. There was more to do in the woods than I could get accomplished in ten childhoods, building forts, playing Indians, climbing trees, building rafts, carving spears, or digging a hole in the side of a hill the list goes on and on.
I can not fathom how a young boy living in a fun filled place such as this could ever say he was bored, but my brother sure did he was what I call a momma’s boy, Always hanging around the house watching TV and playing video games. I imagine as his older brother I should have invited him to go on my adventures with me, but to tell the truth I really did not like him much, and still do not. I was quite content all alone in those majestic woodlands, and never got bored. Once I stepped into those woods my imagination was the only limitation there to the amount of fun I could have.
Although as I said it could be a very harsh place, the winter time was the worst. The infamous winter of 78 that was an extremely harsh time. We missed 30 days of school sounds fun huh, 30 snow days in a row. Well it was just the opposite I thought I would rather do anything than go to school, but let me tell you that winter I learnt a big lesson. Our driveway was 1 mile long and the snow had drifted it closed, so we had to pull a sled all the way to the road 1/8 mile west our driveway, to meet someone who would pickup supplies and bring them to us. Yep it could be nasty, but those summers by the lake made it all worth the hard work. If I had a chance to do it all again, you could bet your last dollar I would.