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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Era (02/03/11)

TITLE: A Place Called Forever
By LeRoy Dean
02/06/11


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No one ever told me that it would all end someday. It would have been the most ridiculous thing anyone could have said. I’d have told them that it was impossible for it to end. Well…that’s what I would have said…then. Guess it’s one of those, “you needed to be there” moments to understand what I’m saying. Maybe, you can be there. Take a walk with me to a place in time that I thought would last forever.

I woke up feeling good that morning. It was the first day of summer vacation! Another school year had come to an end and good old summer time was here. Those “crazy, lazy, hazy days of summer,” as the song goes, were back. No studying, no books, just hanging out with the guys. Feeling hungry, I began to wonder what was for breakfast and headed for the kitchen.

“Morning mom, what smells so good?”

“Good morning,” she said. “How about some pancakes?”

“Sounds good; smells good, too.” As I sat down at the table, I asked if it was okay to turn the radio on.

“That’s fine,” she said with a smile. “Enjoy your first day of summer vacation.”

“That’ll be the Day” by Buddy Holly was playing on the radio; pancakes were on the stove; it was the first day of summer vacation and I had the best mom any guy could ever have.

I’ll be a senior next year. Wow! Seems like only yesterday when I was riding a red tricycle around the house. That was 1944 and I was a pint-size three-year old. Hard to imagine somebody that small growing up to be six foot four. I think it was mom’s good cooking that did it.

“Here’s your breakfast. I’m heading for the store. What are your plans for the day?”

“Just hanging out with the guys; maybe shoot some pool.”

“Have fun. I’ll see you at dinner.” As mom left for the store, I started on the pancakes.

“Come let’s stroll, stroll across the floor…” one of my favorites by The Diamonds was playing. I love being a teenager in the fifties; rock and roll and James Dean and just being “cool.” I’ll give the guys a call as soon as I finish eating; see if they want to hang out for awhile.

Wonder what ever happened to that red tricycle? It’s funny how things disappear from your life. That was a long time ago. Wish my dad were here to see his three-year old now. I know he’d be proud. I sure miss him. It was 1949, the year we lost him. He had cancer. That was the beginning of the end for all of us. I wish he could walk into the room right now and kid with me like he always did; man, I miss him so much. I don’t think I’ll ever be at a loss for tears thinking of him. Love you, dad.

Feeling really sad now; what a way to bum myself out on the first day of summer vacation. All these years have been great; all this growing up time with the wonderful parents God gave me. I know dad’s waiting for us in heaven; mom knows it too. Someday, we’ll all be together again; but this time there won’t be any cancer or dying. It will all be great…like being a teenage in the fifties. Bet that’s where my red tricycle is; dad has it. It feels good to smile and remember...a place called forever.


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Jody Day 02/10/11
Very touching and engaging; held my attention throughout. Good job!
diana kay02/12/11
good story i loved the scene you set with the pancakes and the red bike and your mum. maybe it would have been good if you could have added your dad into that morning scene somehow as it would have made him more of a reality in that part of the story before describing the feelings of loss....
vivid word pictures though and added in with the music does describe that lost era.
Bonnie Bowden02/12/11
I like the way you integrated the red tricycle throughout the story.

I lost my dad a few years ago and I long for the day I will be reunited with him.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/17/11
Congratulations for ranking 14th in level one!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/17/11
This is a touching piece. Mom died 17 years ago and I still miss her every day.