When I was young and in Kentucky

These ideas came to me during my writing class. We read the book "When I was Young and in the Mountains" by Cythia Ryland

Assignment: We were to write our version of the story

so here it goes:

When I was young and in Kentucky, my brothers and I would play outside until it was dark. As the daylight turned into dusk and dusk into darkness we would catch lightning bugs.

The game of chase would turn into a game of hide and seek. We would play until the day was nearly done and the sound of mom's voice would bring us home.

When I was young and in Kentucky, we would stretch a volleyball net across the street.

With the sound of a car, the playing would stop, the net lifted, the car would pass, playing resumed.

When I was young and in Kentucky, we would eat watermelon on the side porch. My mom would tell me not to spit seeds, but I did any way.

When I was young and in Kentucky, I would be awaken by the humming of a saw.
Soon my dad would appear covered in sawdust and smelling of musty wood.


When I was young and in Kentucky, we would travel to the lake on warm summer days. We would get so hot that the only time we got out of the water was to eat and then back in we would go.

When I was young an in Kentucky, we would camp out under the star filled skies.

The evenings were consumed with the sweet smell of roasting marshmallows, the sounds of ghost stories being told around the crackling fire.


When I was young and in Kentucky, my family would sit down to eat together. The conversations turned into laughter from the stories told of daily antics.

When I was young and in Kentucky, I never was worried or afraid for I knew I was safe.