The back yard of my childhood home- boy was I ucky.
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Beautiful!
Hope you ain’t ucky no more
Looks like the home from Ozark.
You were indeed very lucky. It’s just beautiful.
Idyllic.
Key to a happy childhood
Same here. I didn’t want to grow up.
I feel ucky a lot of the time. Think it’s modern life.
A sign of maturity is realizing that you’re parents gave you an amazing childhood and did the best they could.
You are very ucky indeed…
Doing whip-its and pissing yourself
Ucky Ucker is right!
I bet you could only sit in that bench swing for 5 min before the skeeters chewed you up.
That looks amazing. I hope that you and your family and friends have many happy memories of it. Also, thank you for recognizing that you were fortunate in your childhood. Many people seem to come to believe that their experience growing up is what is “normal” for everyone, everywhere.
I’m a parent and I try to provide the best that I can for my children. For me, at least, I always worry that it isn’t or won’t be enough.
Count your blessings son.
Lucky to be born wealthy, aye?
Yes! Michigan! The feeeelings foreeever!
We don’t realize how great our childhood was, until we look back. Then we know how very lucky we were and are.
That’s one big pool there.
I was so jealous for a second then I remembered I grew up in Hawaii lol
So you’re the boy in Bridge to Terabithia
The backyard of my childhood home was 100 acres of sub-boreal forest. I was lucky.
Reminds me of a family friends backyard in Georgia in 88.
Where is this? It’s so cozy
Lake Titicaca?
Ucky as fucky.
That’s not your backyard that’s the mosquitoes back yard.
Can attest there be snakes at night all over the yard.
South Carolina?
Yeah grew up similar to this in Sweden. It was honestly everything I could’ve dreamed of, and I cannot believe how lucky I was to get that kind of childhood. I’ll treasure those memories forever. One of my sisters has always been pissed off with our mother for not moving into some shoebox flat in Stockholm City, cos she thought that was “cool”. I just cannot relate to that desire on *any* level. I wish every kid could experience running feral in that kind of environment.