Think back to when your children, now parents, were very young and
romped in the back yard with their personal frontiersman, pardner or
'friend' who was steadfast and always alongside. They climbed trees
together, sat side by side in the swing, or shifted the furniture about in
the dollhouse.
Inevitably, the time arrived to replace a companion of imagination with
the reality of growing up. The 'friends' or 'pardners' become memories,
but do not fade away entirely?
This story reflects reminiscence by an older person and, in that respect, it
serves as a model through which to welcome back pleasant memories
from childhood. The memories may be expanded and transformed into
a story to share with grandchildren. The grandchildren, in their turn,
might take it along with them into adulthood and share it with their
progeny.
***
All the woodchucks in Woodchuckaton crawled deep into their burrows.
The chipmunks crept under piles of chips. Even the beavers, over on the
other side of town in Beaverton, stayed home.
It was raining. It had been raining all day, and here it was now, late
afternoon.
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