THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS ....

one of the things I dearly remember is my paternal grandmother , when my grandfather die I was too young or maybe I had not been born yet , they live in the country and own some acreage of land , across the street the river meander , huge rocks lay like boulders and one could see how the water bubble down as clear and crystalline as a diamond ... there many people went to wash their clothing using the rocks as washing board , today we think about all the conveniences the world have to offered , but at what sacrifices while our parents did their washing us kids took the opportunity to play in the river and have some fun , after the chore was done we went home and we headed to the sugar cane fields to eat and savor the sweetness of the cane or else we went to pick the mangoes that lay on the ground from the rain storm of the night before . who said those ancient days were hard , there was not much and we live day by day , but they were healthy and enjoyable days , kids were safe , food was edible , fresh and free of pesticide ... kids were free to run as they please , go were they wanted to go without the inconvinience of some one looking after them , neighbors trusted neighbors , strangers were welcome , the doors remain open to the fresh air , and although there were no fancy chair in the patio to sit ,there was no lack of benches , and the hard ground was always there to lay your aching body for a spell .. those were the days my friend , we wish they never ended .....my everlasting memories ....