HI! I’m so excited to be a new Fox here! I hope you are all going to enjoy my input here as much as I enjoy posting it!
So, on my first outing here, we are talking on our thoughts about living in a free nation. I’ve never given much thought to that, but I can say that on many occasions I have thought about how happy I am to live in this free nation of ours. Albeit, there have been times I have wondered just how “free” this nation of ours truly is, but it is nice to be able to go where I want and do what I want, whenever I want.
My first thoughts and memories about the Fourth of July are all about Rodeos and Carnivals and family picnics and such like that. I guess that was all about celebrating our lives in a free country.
I am an adventurous soul at times. See, I’ve never been lost; it’s just those who are with me who get lost until I find them again. LOL! On that note, I suppose I’ll tell you about my visit to my son in Germany while he was stationed at an Army Post there. He had occasion at that time to remind me I was not free to just wander around wherever I wanted.
Not to say anything bad about Germany. I LOVED my visit to that beautiful country. All through my visit to Europe I was shown how alike we all are, regardless of where we live. I felt at home and was just my happy, carefree, exploratory self, until I visited Camp Dachau with my daughter-in-law and later learned (in no uncertain terms) from my son who is an ARMY Officer, that not everyone over there liked Americans. Sure, I had heard that there were people in other countries who felt that way about Americans, but promptly forgot it. I was on vacation seeing new things!
What had I done, you ask? Well, like I said, we were at Camp Dachau with a tour group, and while I was exploring and seeing new things, my tour group got lost! I knew where I was all the time, so I knew I wasn’t lost. My daughter-in-law was really MAD when I happened upon my tour group again. It seems they had all been looking all over for me!
When we got home that day and she told my son what had happened; I heard about it from him! How that little story ties in here is how I don’t need to especially worry about wandering around historical landmarks too much, here. Looking back over it, I guess maybe my little story had nothing to do with living in a free country, except the freedom to go where I want, might tie it in somehow. Sorry about that little tangent I ran off on.
Always before I’ve felt good about living in a free nation like ours, because I didn’t need to worry about someone knocking on my door one night to get me for some reason or another. I’ve always felt very secure here, until 911. But we’re still free!
I’ll try to do better with my next post.