small sweet memories...

My sweetest memories... grease, oil, cars, forts. 

Not everyone grows up the same.  My childhood was full of hours at the shop, cars and the smell of all of the oils, greases, and fluids that are used to make it run.  The hours of building a fort out of sheets, of trying to climb up trees, of picking blackberries for my sister, of watching my daddy work on cars, of talking with customers.  
All of these things, all and more.
-written 2/21/11-