On one of our walks Crisp, my aged companion, saw reason to reminisce about her childhood.
A locomotive rolled past us, and Crisp stopped and stared at the writing on the side of the engine.
“I used to visit Hinton as a kid,” she said, “it was a tiny farming community a few miles from home, and on a fine day my friend OB and I would cycle out there and sit by the river.”
She paused for a moment, then went on. “When there was a flood the town was always in trouble, roads would be closed, and farmers would fear crop and stock loss. We kids thought it great fun to scoop up water melons from the flood waters never giving a thought to any disease they may have attracted.”
“Those were the days,” she said as the train rumbled out of sight.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2019/09/11/crimsons-creative-challenge-44/
Morpethroad 
Interesting story, Michael. Memories can be triggered at any time.
Thanks so much Olga
Nice story.
Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome Michael
Memories, often those triggered by the inconsequential are the sweetest. And as often in adulthood we realise the risks we took as children.
Yes very often it’s a matter of asking yourself ‘did I really do that?’
Oh yea, I have some of those. Crazy stunts when seen in retro.