As a child I had an over imaginative mind
And Christopher Robin was my best friend
Living in the country was easy for me to indulge in this fantasy

Imagine with me

Hot June afternoon, a light breeze and the cattle are gazing over there by the fence

The fence my grandfather and I built
Me fidgeting as he struck down hard upon the red clay dirt with his post hole digger
As I shoveled the dirt away from the hole for the awaiting thick tree branch
This would become the fence post

Anyway…
Over the hill up there, built up by the water well we dug, a young lad about 6-7 years of age
The same age as me,
He had on a short sleeved muted yellow shirt with cute little corduroy shorts on
And he would be tossing his agile hair
As I yelled…”Christopher, Christopher, I’m here.”

And he would wave back while this waddling ole brown bear made it up the hill
And he always blurted out,

“Um Mark, there you are, umm, do you have any honey for a hungry bear?”

I would always smile at this typical greeting

The three of us would spent countless hours scavenging in the trash dump our family had used for years

We would find ole pill bottles made of cobalt blue glass and we thought we had found a priceless treasure
“You know, this would look so well upon my window sill, yes, I think I will take this for myself”, Pooh would say
“Fill it with honey no doubt,” Christopher would interject

Then Pooh would say, “Mark, I think your grandmother is calling for you.”
And sure enough, I would hear her voice.

I made it back down to our farm house…and you know….

I miss those days where I could saunter off on adventures without feeling silly

Silly ole bear.

12/02/2004

Posted on 01/27/2005
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