On Riverdale Rd. around 40th, where Shopko now stands, once lived a Weeping Willow Tree. There were 3 families: 5 boys from one, 2 girls 1 boy from another, and 3 boys from the last. (Can you guess which family I belonged to? Everyday, or at least it seemed like everyday, we would grab a large sized box from Silo (kind of like a radio shack or any electronic store,) and we would play games. We would use the boxes and climb in them as if they were driving tanks, then we would make our way to the big willow tree and swing from the vines all day long. Oh those were the days. But of course, all good things come to an end. I remember it so clearly, the smiles, the laughs, and that powerful tree. And I smile, especially in times like these.
I know it is easy to dwell on the bad, but sometimes it is nice to take a dip into the pool of happiness. It's okay to smile. ;)