Peanuts

My childhood often comes to mind when I laugh.  My mother had an extensive collection of paper back comics with Charles Schultz's works.  My brother, Tom, was the most avid reader of these books.  No one in the world laughs like Tom.  I think he giggles from his toes and chuckles with ever ounce of his being.  You would think he hadn't read it before.  But after the umpteenth time through he laughed like the first.  So which Peanut character is most like you?  I've finally come to the realization that I'm Lucy, for good or bad.

After watching It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown with my kids again last night I was reminded of the joys of my youth.  Mom made all our costumes; some quite elaborate. I'm much more grateful of her talent this year as our costumes aren't quite up to snuff.  Long after Halloween was over we'd up and raid the attic rack for another adventure in dress up for no particular reason.  Much to my delight, my boys find great fun in doing the same.  So as enjoyable as it is to receive the chocolate milk duds, twizzlers, and nerds, all the more I relish in the coming generation finding pure and innocent joy in the humor, adventures, and imagination of youth.