The sound of his steps…

Cyranny’s Cove!

Cyranny's Cove


Curled up under the warm duvet, she fought sleep a little longer. She liked to let her thoughts wander before she lost control of them for the night. She revisited the day past, and  her mind focused on the sound of his steps earlier that afternoon…

– Oh yeah, I’ve been told before.. I’m a heavy walker, you know!

That thought seemed to amuse him, and he laughed heartedly as they kept going along the path in the woods. She blushed a little, embarassed to have mentionned something that now looked somewhat silly, just not to her.

She, herself had a stealth walk. Her feet never made noise when they touched the ground and people often criticized her for it.

“Ah!! I didn’t hear you coming! Stop scaring me like this! You always arrive like a mouse!!!”

She sometimes wished she had the confident walk of those high heeled women…

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Terror at the Camp Out (Halloween Story)

A Halloween story from Nutsrok!!



The backyard campout was all Billy and his friends could talk about. My cousin Sue and I furiously watched them build a tent out of old quilts stretched over the clothesline, furious we couldn’t camp out with them. No girls allowed!

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We Tend to See the Past Through Rose-Colored Glasses

I have a continuing thought off of this morning’s post.  One fact about looking to the past is the brain does not remember specific pain.  It is the brain’s way of protecting us.  We remember that we hurt and possibly some details, but the actual pain itself is masked to a large degree to help us survive.  And because of our brain we tend to see the past through rose-colored glasses, seeing mostly the positives of an event and forgetting the negatives.

Because of this we must be very careful in how much emphasis we put in looking to our past.  Events from our memory are not always accurately remembered!   Ever wondered why husbands and wives or boyfriends and girlfriends get back together when all you remember them doing was arguing?  And when you speak to them about it they reply “come on, it wasn’t that bad!”  When in fact it might have been worse!!  This is my point.

Here is a great article about memory:


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