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July 5, 2011 By Kristina

While We Are Moving: Bouncin’ Barb

My guest today has got to be one of the most loyal bloggers out there, infact she is known as the “Bloggy Godmother”.  This woman is such a fabulous woman, and I just admire her for how strong she is with all of the things she has been through, and no matter what struggles she keeps on truckin’ {and reading blogs!}.  All I have to say is she is fabulous! 🙂 
Enjoy her!!
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Today, I am so very excited.  Kristina (who is one of my favorite people) has asked me “Bouncin Barb” to be a guest blogger on her blog while she’s busy moving to the beautiful state of Colorado.  Having just moved myself a couple months ago I don’t envy her.  And I only moved 4 miles up the road from where I was!  She’s going 1/2 way across the US.  Still, I’m really honored to be here on her blog.  She’s a very multi-talented young lady whom I wished lived closer to me because I know she’s an amazing massage therapist.  And so Kristina, focus on moving today and leave the writing to me.  I’m looking forward to meeting some of your blogger friends here today and hope they will enjoy me enough to check out some of my other posts at “This and That (As I Bounce Thru Life)”

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When I was a young teenager of about 14 in the early 70’s, I discovered freedom when I got a new 10 speed bike.  My home life growing up in NJ was OK, but there was always hollering and shouting going on.  My parents arguing, or my mother and one of my brother’s getting into a hot disagreement.  My mother was a yeller. Plain and simple.  When she started in on me for doing something not to her liking, or not doing it  when she told me to at that very instant, I’d get it done and then take off on my bike. 

There was a county park about 3-4 miles from my house that was my escape.  In the winter, the pond would freeze over and we ice skated there.  There were picnic tables all over.  Swing sets for the little kids.  And a huge winding road that covered the grounds.  It was a big park.  In the summer there were free concerts.  There was a concession stand where you could get cold drinks or food in the summer.  There were bike trails that went through the woods and ran right alongside a gorgeous stream.   At one point the stream opened up wider to a big damn that was so fun to cross on a hot summer day.

Sticking out of the bank of that river was a big cement drainage pipe.  I used to park my bike up against a big tree and climb down the bank and sit on that pipe.  Sometimes for hours because I didn’t want to go home.  I smoked cigarette after cigarette, would get a cold soda and sit there stewing over how mad my mother would make me.  I’d sit there and talk to myself in my head and would think of the things I wanted to tell her but didn’t dare.  It was a shallow stream with a lot of rocks and it was so soothing and pleasing to watch the water run downstream and listen to the beautiful soothing sound of it running over the rocks.

When my first boyfriend was supposed to call me so we could hang out for the day and he didn’t, I would go there and sulk or cry.  All the times he broke my heart I ran to my spot.  I didn’t want anyone to know how hurt I was.  When my brothers would get on my case for something and I got tired of yelling back and forth at them, I would pedal my butt down to the park. 

Once I began smoking pot (hey, it was the 70’s people) I would go down there and pack a lunch (munchies) and sit there and solve all my problems.  Sometimes I’d even bring a paperback book that I stuck in the waistband of my jeans and would just sit there and read while the sun beat down on my face. I even took a nap or two there when the sun was hitting just right and making me sleepy.  It was the best! It was my little piece of heaven and no one was allowed there.  Not even my best friend K.  She and I would ride our bikes to the park if she was able to get out of the house but we went to other places.  That drainage pipe was mine. 

When I turned 15 and found my first serious boyfriend of 17 with a car, I stopped riding my bike.  Things changed in life and I matured quickly.  At 17 I left home and took off out west in what was to become my lifetime adventure (which you can read about in my very beginning posts) I found other “places” to do my thinking.  Yet none of them were ever as peaceful, energizing, and secretive as that drainage pipe. 



It looked very similar to this.  Sure wish I had a camera back then.

I would love to hear from some of you as to where your favorite spot was where you would go to get away or just relax.  Or what you may have done differently when you were in need of venting your anger.  Let me know.  Look forward to hearing from you.

Bouncin’ Barb



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  1. AvatarSlyde says

    July 5, 2011 at 5:32 pm

    Maybe its a Northeast thing…

    growing up on Long Island we had a ‘creek’, which was nothing more than a huge rain runoff trench, that streteches across nassau county all the way into queens..

    that place was my refuge growing up.. and i dont think my parents ever knew i went in there….

  2. AvatarThisisme. says

    July 5, 2011 at 7:07 pm

    Sounds a wonderful place that you used to head off to on your bike BB! Happy days. I used to head off with a book to a lovely beach, which was only about a 10 minute walk away when I was in my teens. Sometime I met up with friends, but I was just as happy on my own. Lovely guest post today my awesome friend!

  3. Avatarrainbow says

    July 5, 2011 at 8:46 pm

    Being raised as an only child (my sisters were 15 and 20 when I was born) plus my Dad working off, out of state most winters, my Mom and I were very close. But my problem was my “Redheaded Temper”. To top it off my first husband was a redhead, then came two redhead boys. Talk about tempers. I convinced them if I had learned to keep my temper under control, they could too. When things got too bad “GO KICK A BOX”. That always seemed to help me. Needless to say we all survived and don’t have any scars to show for it.

    THANKS FOR REMINDING ME. Now excuse me wile I go find a BOX. LOVE TO YOU, MAKE IT A GOOD DAY.

  4. Avatarbecca says

    July 5, 2011 at 9:37 pm

    sounds like a wonderful place to hide out at mine was the woods at whichever new house we lived in as we did alot of moving as a kid.

    Everyday Life

  5. AvatarThe Empress says

    July 5, 2011 at 10:29 pm

    Everyone needs their own sanctuary to escape to. Mine used to be inside the pages of the latest book I was reading, now it’s the beach.

  6. AvatarBouncin' Barb says

    July 5, 2011 at 11:00 pm

    Thanks for the comments everyone. And thanks to Blogger for screwing up Kristina’s and who knows who else’s blog today. I am starting to hate them more and more.

  7. AvatarBluezy says

    July 6, 2011 at 1:12 am

    I so love your flashbacks. If I ever when to Jersey, I’d want to tour your drain pipe. LOL And Jersey has a happy face on my mind knowing you (and two other wonderful people I have met in life come from there).

  8. AvatarBouncin' Barb says

    July 6, 2011 at 1:53 am

    Bluezy…The next time I go up there I hope to have time to go there and see if it’s still the same. Who knows after 35 years?? Thanks for the compliment.

  9. AvatarSandra says

    July 6, 2011 at 3:32 am

    Great post Hot Stuff! I love how you “packed a lunch”…teehee

  10. AvatarGrumpy Grateful Mom says

    July 6, 2011 at 3:54 am

    Interesting story. I don’t think I had a spot, but I could use one now. Sometimes I do hide out from my children in the bathroom. Unfortunately, they figured out how to pick the lock. 🙂

  11. AvatarJo-Anne Rambling says

    July 6, 2011 at 4:27 am

    Hi Barb

    Love this post sounds to me that you were lucky to have such a place to go to and relax and think me I would just go out the back yard or to my room to get away from my siblings, I was lucky in that my parents didn’t fight and I didn’t fight with my sibling all that much either.

  12. AvatarBouncin' Barb says

    July 6, 2011 at 2:00 pm

    Sandra…Haha. I thought of everything back then! Pot, check. Munchies, check. Beverage, check.

    GGM…We have raised smarter children haven’t we?

    Jo-Anne…Everybody was always arguing about something. I cherished good days where everybody was happy.

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