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Childhood…
I’ve watched my children grow up and now I’m watching my grandchildren grow up. Life is so fleeting. Memories are precious. The joys of it all. Remembering the first time I went to the beach as toddler. . All the way from learning to walk; walking with my dad or mom; Parks; and learning about life. Discovering FISH! Playing with the water hose on a hot Summer day. Learning to ride a bike and discovering my freedom and mobility… Learning to fly on a swing and the…
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Long Time No Blahg…
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything or ‘blahged”. I guess life caught up with me and I was stuck in the endless chain of work, sleep, pay bills, work , sleep, pay bills. I still take photos every chance I get and recently got a great deal on a short flight on an old Ford Tri-Motor. It tours around giving people the experience of what aviation was like ‘back in the day’. I took my grand children, Chase and Hunter, with me to get…
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In Loving Memory…
In Loving Memory of my father, Robert Lee Barrett. 1924-2012
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Fear of Water…Not…
My grandson has absolutely no fear of water and will dive in if not watched. My other grandson was terrified of water at first and didn’t get use to it until 5 or so. Image Copyright © 2009, Barrett Photo Art. I remember the ocean scaring me to death. Hunter here just walks right in – splashes – dumps water on his head and laughs. He’s amazed by it. Hand him a garden hose and he’s fine. They grow so fast and so much to enjoy. Hug…
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Peer Pressure…
I remember when I was young and how sometimes my mouth would override my abilities. I was taken down memory lane here recently when I watched as my grandson told a lovely little girl how he could make it across the monkey bars. He had not taken in to account his physical limitations as he had already traversed the bars several times before. But THIS time would be the one to impress the ladies. The trip that counted. The one that mattered as it would win hearts.…
