Wild Hogs in the Woods

Remember when it used to be cool to say you ran with a gang?
(J Smooth's gang calls themselves "Wild Hogs")

You didn't carry blades and guns, but sticks that served as knight swords or paddles on pirate ships.

Your gang sign was a peace sign.

Though it were a gang of nine year old boysWild Hogs, you were sure that together you could handle any crisis that came up. Be it world affairs, or how best to tell mom that you fell into a mud puddle while wearing your "good shoes".

 

You could "get on your bikes and  ride" without getting dirty looks from your neighbors.

The world was yours.........

...and the world's doorstep began at the woods at the end of the street....

It was where important meetings were held in a fort made of fallen trees. In chairs of old tires and an old grill for a podium. It was where not one leader was in command (that wouldn't be fair), but a unanimous vote to make four friends leaders of the free world.

A "free world" in the woods. There was nothing more exciting, yet peaceful on a Sunday afternoon.
Isn't childhood grand?

Hope your weekend was a "grand"!

(Photos by my friend, "High Mae". Click her blog to read more on tales from "Wild Hogs", to read her take on Mentone, and especially to show her the love. She's new to blogging! And she's quite fabulous.)