Florida is the state that holds the most memories I have of growing up, although I lived in a handful of other states as my dad followed orders in the Coast Guard. He was born and raised a small town outside of Tallahassee, Florida called Monticello. On summer vacations, we were shuttled between his parents house there and my mom’s parents house in Tallahassee. The best summers.
My grandparents house in Monticello had (and still has, as you see below) a white fence between the neighboring house. My sisters and brother and I saw it as an easy way to compete. So we walked up and down the fence many, many times.
I had the chance to swing by the old house last week when I was in Tallahassee visiting family and reading my book to a classroom full of kids, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to walk the fence again. Not quite as easy as it was back in the day, but I still managed. Glad the owner of the house didn’t think it was weird, or at least he didn’t say anything out loud 🙂
Here’s to doing things for old times’ sake!
-Out of the Wilderness