as a little kid some of my favorite memories came from going to see my grandparents in tennessee. the house always smelled like a delicious home cooked treat, whether corn-like bread or apple pie, a box full of toys was always housed in the living room and you could most likely find the tv on with whatever sporting event was in season. but the thing that i loved most about the house was the yard.
i was blessed enough to have 3 cousins that were all pretty close to my age. and if was pretty you could most likely find us in the yard. we loved to play wiffle ball, ride our bikes or ride around on the tractor with my grandfather. but our favorite place was the small creek that ran next to the house. it was our spot. our very own secret garden. (keep in mind that this creek was completely visable and served as the property line for the house next store, so really not so secret)
we would spend hours trying to clean out the sticks and garbage while making up ridiculous stories about how the creek would lead us to a very special world that was just for us.
what it all came down to is the fact that we loved adventure. we loved feeling like there was more out there to discover, something that was meant only for us to find.
our hearts love to be told stories. i am an avid reader. but even more than they love to hear or read a beautiful story we long to be apart of a story. a story that has challenges. a story where there are good moments. a story were there is action. a story were there is struggle but then there is a victory. a story where the good guy wins.
we all long for adventure.
when i moved out west after i had graduated i was terrified. i talked a pretty big game until it was time to go and i remember being in a hotel in kansas and all of a sudden feeling like i had made the biggest mistake of my life. why in the world did i just pack up my car and decide to move 2,000 miles from anyone i knew?
the reason is because i am an adventure junky. because i knew that my time out west would be a complete adventure.
i crave finding something new. something that is meant just for me.
its funny how things in our childhood really do help shape who we are. little did i know that playing in my secret garden with my 3 cousins was just the beginning of my love for adventure.
