The Muse is Loose

I took a trip back to my home town of Fort Smith, Arkansas, this week and I didn't leave Rockport. Google Search Earth took me there and back in an hour or so. Fort Smith would not appreciate being called a town. They are a large city ,for Arkansas. I first went to the house on sixth street (no longer there) where on my first horse ride the critter went in the barn and it was barely tall enough for the horse so I was whacked on the head and dumped to the ground. I am not really fond of horses. It was when we lived on sixth street that I went to my first birthday party. The rich kid on the top of the hill invited me. His mother really did. He didn't know me from Adam. My mother bought a gift we couldn't afford for this pampered brat we didn't know ,and dressed like it was Sunday, I was off to the party. I was lost there in that big house with all those kids I didn't know. I found one room filled with toys. There were a lot of dolls. He didn't have a sister. While I stood there in amazement at this Kress' Store collection of toys HE came in! He quickly yelled and ran for his mother to tell her I had broken one of his dolls! I got out of that place as quick as possible. I am not all that fond of parties either. It's interesting how some of our worst experiences are deeply implanted in the brain.We soon moved away from the little house on sixth street to another place in town. I never saw the rich kid again until I was in high school. He was in Junior College next to our high school. He still didn't know me from Adam. He was still playing with dolls. He had a fancy car and these dolls were real! I was still riding a bike to school. I had to throw my paper route after school. Life isn't always fair, but it can be lots of fun if you don't take it all too seriously. Some of it but not all.