It was a simpler time then. I cannot imagine letting my four or five-year old daughter out alone to

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At the tender age of 4 or 5, my parents disneyland hotel reservations bought property out in the country.  At least it seemed like the country to me.  We had lived in the heart of a very large city and they built a little ranch style home out in the middle of no where.  A pretty little white house and garage with a large front and back yard for me and my brother to play in.  The American Dream back in the mid 1950 s.  Moving to the suburbs, we were surrounded by fields of weeds and brush.
My playground.  My oasis. disneyland hotel reservations  I loved playing alone amongst the various colors of the grasses and weeds that enveloped their acre of ground.  The wind rustled softly against each shaft of grass, delicately kissing each little blossom at the very tip of the long stalk.  Often the grasses would resemble ocean waves as the winds would ripple them against each other, gracefully bending them with each gust of wind, or little girl playing disneyland hotel reservations in them.
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It was a simpler time then.  I cannot imagine letting my four or five-year old daughter out alone to play with her imaginary friend in a weeded tract of land, but nobody thought too much about it back then.  Children were safe to play unattended in weeds taller than they were.  (I suspect mother had a watchful eye out however disneyland hotel reservations unbeknownst to me.)
Why do I want the team of Star Trek to beam me back?  Life was fun then.  There were no demands on me, except to keep Cindy Lou entertained and to make sure I met her every day in our vast wonderland.  I did not know that the world could be cruel and so hard.  There were no responsibilities.  Just the waves of weeds, wild flowers, clouds, Cindy Lou and me.
Then, one day large pieces of equipment showed up in my paradise and the gorgeous stalks came down and a house began to be built.  Devastated, I received my first memory of heartache and feeling left behind.  With the grasses and weeds disappearance, Cindy Lou also moved on, leaving only her memory.
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