Blast from the past

Yesterday I was on Facebook when I noticed I had been invited to a group called Crookston Connections.  Crookston, Minnesota is the name of the town I grew up in from age 9 to age 29.  The population was about 8 or 9 thousand when I graduated from High School and I think it may be a bit smaller now.  It was/is a small farm town and I think everybody knew everybody’s name.  Or at least it seemed like that.  Looking back at that life and the pictures, and people brought tears of joy to my eyes and thoughts of going through my pictures and seeing what I have from back then.  I have not been to Crookston in over 12 years.  Although, I’ve been in Minnesota, Crookston is 360 miles or so from the Twin Cities where most of my family live, so that is usually as far north as I have gone.   

My Wonder Filled Moment was looking at this page and seeing pictures of long lost friends, my old stomping grounds including a picture of the path I took to get down to the woods behind our home, where my little patch of green is.  That was a place I could go and just be.  Where I would lie on the grass by the river and just watch the world go by.