Porch
I just now googled that one syllable wonder.
Why ?
Because I find it such an odd little word.
Porch.
“A covered entrance to a building, usually with a separate roof”
Yep.
That sounds about right.
Google might want to add ‘and one of the very best places on Earth’ though,
’cause it is.
It so is.
Do people still sit on their front porch ?
hmmmm
I wonder.
Back in the day, we had no choice.
“Go outside and play” was my generation of parents go to, which was fine.
The siblings and I were usually outside anyways.
It’s where we wanted to be, everyone was there.
Go outside and play.
Most parents didn’t inform us kids where to go or what exactly to play.
They said to do it so, we did it.
We exited the house.
We played.
How incredibly simple life was back then.
On those rare occasions when not too much was going on in the neighborhood, brothers, sisters and I would sit on our front porch and watch that world go by …
ahhhhh.
A car or two, a neighbor, a wandering dog.
Just a whole lotta nothing
& then a friend would magically appear.
YaY
& off we’d hop, skip and jump to that oh so awesome world of playing outside.
That front porch got a lot of action through the years.
It was our gathering place.
The I’m glad, sad, mad, confused, just leave me alone or everybody join me place.
Games were invented, played, reinvented and played again and again sitting on that porch.
Secrets were shared there.
Pictures were taken.
Body parts hurt.
Patience learned.
Memories made.
“Go outside and play” they said.
That was some mighty fine back in the day advice, Grownups.
I’m so happy we obliged.
Because we found our buddies, ourselves and countless life lessons on those four concrete steps.
Our porch.
Porch.
What a beautiful little word.
🙂
