Ah, the wonder of the young!
Living where we regularly heard wolves (not coyotes, wolves) did not help the situation. I could almost hear them breathing in the woods. :)
Oh wow. I remember singing a gospel song when my parents were delayed coming home once in 1955. If I was a puppy I would have chewed a hole in the sofa. Little ones worry. Big ones too.
I had a similar circumstance with my parents, singing hymns seemed to meet the need then, as well. Laughing at your puppy remark ... I so understand.Yes, big ones, too. Wish it were not so, but, alas, it is.
Crikey... I would have run like the wind!! Teresa Your life and your home is SO much different to mine in the city, yet.... I too sang those hymns to bolster courage, usually it was 'just the darkness, and imaginary wolves' that made me sing-up. I love your poem, I can see it... be there, see the distant porch light.Hugs Jane xx
The wolves were my biggest worry ... we heard them frequently as they made their rounds ... I think that may be the bravest I've ever felt. :)It's so good to hear from you, Jane. Hugs to you ... xx
I remember walking through the woods to my grandparents house at night. It took years before I stopped running the entire distance. At about age 12 I finally made myself walk the whole distance and finally realized there was no danger.
I was afraid to run in the field for gopher holes, and wanting to run made me more scared, so I was trying to contain it ... :))It might be the bravest I've ever felt.
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