“What a Kid Remembers”

     You can sometimes see in their eyes, or hear it in their voice. Most of the time you can see it in their behavior. The pain of being a kid. Not just any kid. But, a kid with bad memories. Not a bad memory. Bad memories.

     No one gets through childhood or adolescence without being emotionally injured. It is tough being a kid. Some kids are fortunate, and some are not. Fortunate kids have parents, kin, or guardians who love them, are good to them, listen to them, respect them, help them, encourage them, lift them up, never put them down, never shame them, provide for them in every way possible, teach them values, right from wrong, how to respect others/and their property, good work ethics, and to look for and see beauty. The unfortunate kid? Well, just take any one of the above and remove it, or do the opposite.

     The memories? Healthy children can have some very negative and painful memories. Life turns on children, too. Fortunate is the kid who has many more positive memories than negative. The grown ups have the lion’s share of making this reality for a kid–positive or negative. Memories are the essence of life. Remember I wrote about that not long ago. There was a time when you were not potty trained, could not speak English, did not know your right shoe from the left and could not read or write. But, you learned. And, you remember all those things today. What you remember makes all the difference.

     Fortunate is the kid who remembers great times with his family and friends. There is no better place to create wonderful memories than at the hunting camp, the fish camp, or anywhere in nature. Fortunate is the kid who gets to hang with quality adults, like those mentioned above. Especially fortunate is the kid who gets to spend time listening to bow huntin buddies telling their stories around the dinner table to the camp fire. So many young boys and girls find their permanent life values, ways of respecting others and nature, and true passion for life during those times. Well, I’ll see you at the camp.


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