Remembering Old Memories.

Most every night when I go to bed, my mind wonders and starts thinking of all sorts of things, mostly plans and memories.  Last night I got remembering one summer when my kids were younger.  The memory that came back was of my youngest son one summer of his life when he was still young.  He got himself a gasoline powered weed eater and planned to (and did) earn some money with it.  Yes, he used it for work but he also figured out a way of using it for play.

He removed a propeller from an old electric trolling motor that didn't run anymore.  Then he removed the spinning head that held the heavy cutting line from the weed eater and replaced it with the propeller.

Now, before I go on with my story, I should tell you that the first few years that we lived on this property, this area of East Texas had a very wet climate and it rained most every day around 17:00 (five o'clock) in the afternoon which kept my swamp very full and back then it looked like a six acre lake, which it was.  So, my son had plenty of water to test his new invention.  He paddled a canoe out to a little deeper water and then fired up the weed-eater with the propeller installed on it.  Wow, he really zipped over that water.  It was something to see, him standing in that canoe holding that weed-eater in the water and going pretty dang fast.

Not sure what made me remember that incident last night, but I sure am glad I did.  I hope you enjoyed my story as much as I did remembering it.  I am sure you all have some memories that are too good not to share and I hope you do share.  Now, you all have a great day, you hear?