Life at Little Red is slow of pace. It is as if taking a step back in time, a "throw-back" world.
It is a place where kids roam free under watchful adult eyes masked in grandparent faces and smiling neighbors. The year could be 1952 or 2015.
Joy can found everywhere,
in cart rides,
and dropping a hook in the water beneath the setting sun.
In dancing with sparklers flickering and sizzling in the dark,
and learning how to remove a fat "sunny" from the hook all by yourself,
Playing explorer in the old canoe,
and making smores with Uncle Double Trouble.
Swimming in the lake with a favorite cousin,
or making survivor treks up and down the Amazon River.
There is joy paddling to far off places
toasting marshmallows over an open fire until they are the perfect shade of done,
and driving the ancient Cubbie with Pappy,
There is joy in fishing
In July 4th shenanigans with cousins of all ages,
and catching frogs as dusk settles in.
It could easily be 1952 instead of 2015.
It is a throw-back world.
A magic place where fire flies light up the night and children tumble into bed with exhausted smiles and dream dreams of adventures that await at dawn.