First Time

The first time i was on an airplane I was 7. I flew from Miami, Florida to Ashville, North Carolina by myself. Back then you could do that. That was my fondest memory. My bedroom was in the attic of an old house on about 5 acres, next to a creek, with a tire swing. I learned to play guitar there. My very first song, was a John Denver song "Sunshine On My Shoulders". I had the biggest crush on this boy who lived down the hill n had horses. I still remember the sweet smell of spring and the sound of the creek down stream. I was also daring at that time. It was still cold outside and i went to a place called "Sliding Rock". Everyone went there and slid down the hill into the cave of water, even though it was in the 50's on dry land but the water was in the 30's . I loved it. I miss it.