Junior Ganymede
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Imagination and Places

May 15th, 2017 by G.

Some places, the appeal of them is evident to everyone.  They satisfy the lust of the eye.  But some places are beautiful because of the memories they have.  It is not a common sight, especially anymore, but I love to see some nondescript little apartment with a family group outside and the Mom and Dad gesturing at it, grinning and remembering, while the children look skeptical–but slowly warming up as they hear the stories.

This is even harder with imagination.  One of the most wonderful exotic locations in the world to me is a bend in a small creek by a 20-ft bluff between two alfalfa fields on the edges of a little Mormon town in the Southwest desert.  It is not photogenic or particular.  But it is where I built a willow fort as a base for my raft, patrolled the river and swept it clear of pirates and rebels, built a great empire of peace and order founded on river patrols–and then in the inevitable crash of empire, fought a stubborn retreat all the way to the last stand on top of the bluff.  And this amazing history happened more than once–nearly every weekend when school was in session, and several times a week during the summer.

I get a hankering to go there pretty often.  What a place.

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May 15th, 2017 10:56:52
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Vader
May 15, 2017

[Stepping out of character, of necessity: I doubt my children will ever understand my attachment to the tiny Idaho town from which my parents came, and which we spent every summer vacation at when I was a kid. Nor why I wish to be buried in the small cemetery nearby, with my people, when my time comes.]


Bruce Charlton
May 15, 2017

Liked this a lot.


Handle
May 17, 2017

From a song, with some liberties

“There was a very sacred place
Back where I grew
Between three grand old pine trees
That nobody knew
There I’d close my eyes and spend my days
Like youngins often do.”


Ben
May 22, 2017

For me a dirt square in israel where some older boy threw down a bag of great lollies for me (for no real reason).

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