Prince Albert Voice
With the possibility of my second childhood coming up (who knows?) I find my mind often going back to my first one.
My early childhood was spent on a homestead farm, and I remember it as being as carefree and happy an existence as any child could hope for. Many an unburdened hour I spent roaming the woods and fields at will, climbing the trees, swimming the creeks and biking the back roads, sometimes alone, sometimes with my younger brothers and a cousin. On rare trips to “town”, a tiny village, there were movies to see, treats to buy, stores to explore--all the excitement of novelty.
You’ve probably heard of the gigantic wooden horse the people of Troy pulled into their city, only to be slaughtered by the Greek soldiers inside the thing. Or the father-son duo who flew too close to then sun on their homemade wings and were destroyed.