I was born in 1949, so as kids my siblings and I spent our days and a lot of our nights outdoors.
I have no idea how many hours we spent in the field mentioned in the poem “Little Round Prickers.” The field was a great place to play war games, pick wild berries, and use as a shortcut to get to my former school directly on the other side from my home. As a student I didn’t do well academically and had trouble writing and speaking in front of others. I was pretty shy and it would terrify me at the thought of putting words to paper, especially for someone else to read. Now I’m 65 and there is a hospital where we played as children. My former school is now the administrative office building for the hospital. When I visit my cardiologist in this very same hospital, I can look out the window from his office and see my childhood home, and it brings back all those wonderful memories as a kid on this very spot. A few months ago one of my granddaughters had a writing assignment and just couldn’t get started. We talked for quite a while and I told her I knew exactly how she felt and tried to give her inspiration. After our talk I thought maybe I could try writing myself with the idea that it would give her a little encouragement. I turned on the computer, started to type, and found not only could I do it, I loved it! In the few months since, I have enjoyed writing as never before and am excited to have others read what I have penned. I have written a few dozen poems and hope to publish a book in the near future.