Eggs in A Basket

Hi this is Summer Austin ready to write an original story hopefully my mind is not filled with other things that I've read so that I don't copy anyone else's ideas.

I have in my mind a story my daughter wrote but I am not going to say anything because I don't know what she would approve of.

I will write instead a Easter story about what happened when we were younger with we got Easter baskets that were hidden from us at our step parents parents house or step-grandparents and we would go look around the house and find it in the bathtub or behind the armchair.

We would go walking in our wagon one would be in the wagon one would be pulling the wagon the Little Red Wagon along the river path and near the Hudson River.

And it was very nice sometimes we got presents for our birthday like Avon or we went to the movies with our grandmothers of our step parents' parents.

It was lovely they were lovely people we would go there for Christmas and they would give me Tom Sawyer and they would they would save all the wrapping paper and open it very carefully all the presents without ripping the paper.

I remember fondly the piano and armchair that went around and around and the steps and the beautifully decorated beautiful brocade everything was proper and nice and we would have dinner and it would be nice.

There was a seat swing in the back that would rock when you sat on it and just a lot of bushes and trees and trellises like a garden of fanciness.

These people were very nice I hope they know that I really appreciate all they did it was very cute and nice.

But at our house it was a little bit more raucous but we did okay.

This is a story that will be saying someone has to destroy something they love.

I destroyed a book said that I had just by leaving it at that house we lived at.

It was just like The Wizard of Oz books by Frank L Baum I think and they had stories with lunch boxes growing on trees and one story had a girl who had to rescue her friends and they found out the cat overheard the king of the that land telling the servant that she would have to un-immobilize her friends by choosing Everything Green when they went to the little store with all the objects in it all her friends were green items, pieces.

So I appreciated those stories it was like going to another Wonderland all by myself I was very young when I read those stories and there was a lake and a canoe and a hammock and a tree we climbed and raced.

We would draw chalk drawings it was way up on top of the hill out in the country with a lot of other houses and there were egg Farms on the top of the hill and,

My brother and I went sledding down from the top of the hill down the other way on the side and it was very Steep and we went into the road and we did it one time and another.

It was all in all we would collect kindling bring it into the wood stove and in the fall we would make leave piles and jump in them.

These memories will live with me forever it was a beautiful time there were daylilies and a lake a place for swimming and my dad would pick us me and my sister up from the house and bring us back we were only there every other weekend and we would go to school at our dad's house and all in town.

This is the story of when we lived with our mom and our brother's father.

Since then we all went our own separate ways and my brother had been in the Army and he has passed, and he still lives with me in my mind.

He has a memorial for him. I heard a lot of great stories about my brother like he made a charity Fund in his grandmother's name.

He'll always be held in high esteem in my thoughts.

Everyone misses him I believe people were shocked to hear of his passing.

Even my other side of my family (my parents were divorced) loved and liked him.

That is all for now, but I hope you enjoyed my recollection of my Life as a youngster, with my brother.

I really wish everyone the best and I hope everyone understands that I really did have a great childhood even though it went downhill it's back up to a good par now again, my life.

I have given birth to, but not raised, two daughters (who don't know each other.

Everyone is here for a reason.

My brother is my inspiration.

I don't know about his wartime efforts but I feel like he is my hero, although I prefer peace over War.

Maybe all the past is just here as little tidbits of stuff to talk about, I don't know.

Ok, I see I cannot use voice text anymore, so things going on are, we finally got a door, to a room in our house, and we hope all is well, wish there were something I could do, to help.

If anyone knows what life is like in New Jersey they have another thing coming. That's the most toughest part there is in the whole country. We have to be strong if you want to live in a diverse population. We have to be confident, assertive, also sensitive and considerate.

So be on your way, what else is there to say? 💕

Well I'm happy but I have to have more stuff to say so I can fill up the word count so I'm just rambling on so I can be done with this story and on to the next thing in my life I hope all have good luck.