Time

Time.

Where did it go.

I celebrated my 62 birthday June 24th.

That can't be right!That is an old person 62.

Just the other day I was 3 living in Roanoke,Alabama staying with Grand Pa and Grand Ma while my parents worked the 2 till 10 pm shift in the cotton mills in  LaGrange.

Then at 6 so long ago in 1958 I was in Mrs. Porter's 1st grade class.Getting gold stars for writing my name.

Age 10 another chapter of my life began.East Newnan,Georgia were I learned of happiness,love,sadness and disappointment.

Could it be I'm now 18 living during changing times in the town were 10th Street was home for hippies.

21 back home,LaGrange,it will always be,good or bad.

I knew at 39 a grown up I had become.

Now in what some call the fall of my life at 62 I look forward to being a child again.

I'm 8 years old again running up and down Juniper Street barefooted in summer care free.

All night long

Over and over and over again.

I'm tired and sleepy this same dream is wearing me out.

It's like in that movie Ground Hog Day.

This is the dream.

I'm standing in front of an elevator.The door opens.On I get and up it goes.Reaching were ever it got I stay on and ride it back down.Getting off were I started.

I wait till the door opens,step inside and ride it again.

What ever this dream means,maybe nothing at all,but it sure is wearing me out up down all night long.

I did have a terrifying moment on an elevator once.Were the Troup County Historical place is on the corner of Main Street once years ago back in the 50's it was a bank.I was maybe 5 years old with Daddy and on the elevator up to the next floor we went(only 2 stories)Daddy got off but the door shut quickly and back down I went.Busting into tears it did so scare me.A nice man rescued me and took me back to were Daddy was.

Still to this day elevators  are not my favorite rides.