I attended a conference a few years ago lead by an older man who began by saying that when you reach his age there are three things you tend to talk about: the way things used to be; recent medical history; and grandchildren. I am finding a lot of truth in that statement. I’m not sure what age it begins but I do love to talk about and with grandchildren and I like to remember things of the past. There is a warmth to some of those memories.

I was traveling with my granddaughter a year or so ago and decided to drive past my childhood home. As I did I told a bit of what life was like then. When I finished, she said, “tell me more stories about when you were a boy.” For the next two hours I told stories – each one followed by, “tell me another story.”

Yesterday, my daughter called to ask if I ever thought about writing those stories down – perhaps having them illustrated for a children’s book. Honestly, the thought had never crossed my mind. She went on to say that even if it never became a book, it would be great for the grandchildren to have.

When I hung up the phone, my mind was flooded with memories of childhood experiences. I don’t know if I will get them written down or not but I had fun traveling into the past for awhile.  Perhaps those stories will become the focus of a totally separate BLOG.

I took a trip this week – a trip into those childhood days. It was an enjoyable trip and I am thankful for a daughter and granddaughter who asked me to tell more stories.