Almost heaven

When I lived with my grandparents, the majority of the time that I was 10 and my mother was trying to figure things out,  they had a structure in their backyard.  It was like a frame of a building with only the outside 4 posts with boards framing what would have been the edges of the ceiling.

I don’t know what it was or what it was for, but I used to like to climb up and sit on the top of it and sing songs as loudly as possible.  Perhaps I was bored, this was the age when adults told their kids to get outside and not come back until dark, perhaps it was loneliness or sadness as I waited for my mother to come back for me, nevertheless I used to do this frequently.

For several months, there was another family that lived with us.  They were distant relatives, a husband, wife and their two daughters.  The daughters and I would frequently climbed to the top rail of this structure and belt out these tunes like we were superstars!

One of the songs that we loved to sing (them being from West Virginia and me living there previously) was Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver.

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains
Shenandoah River,
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Blowin’ like the breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place where I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads…

A simple memory, but one that was truly good in a time that good memories were hard to come by…

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