Near Death Experiences…Sort of!


This is going to be a time for sharing reminiscences, so hang in there!  I hope these stories are at least a bit funny 🙂

This is a picture of my dad harvesting a wheat field.  When I was a kid, I often went to bring food to my dad in the fields, especially when he knew he would be working late.  It was sometimes the only chance we would get to see him on a given day.  I remember the smells of freshly cut corn or soybeans.  The sweet smell of silage, good enough to almost eat.  Back then, I wasn’t afraid of much, except the dark.  I remember  being terrified of the dark for a long time.  Somehow, that fear dissipated, probably with the realization brought by maturity that there really were no monsters under my bed or lurking behind the closet door.  I definitely wasn’t afraid of germs, like I am now.  Sometimes I feel like a wimp compared to the child I was.  OCD can do that to you.  It can sneak up and take away the person you used to know.  I think it was always there, but in my adult years it has taken on a whole new form.

I actually used to play outside when I was a kid, in the dirt!  My brother and I loved to play outside at my dad’s house.  Because dad was in the field all the time, there was hardly anyone to supervise us.  (This was on the days that we were at dad’s house and not mom’s.)  I have SO many stories about times when my brother and I were playing with dangerous things, but somehow, miraculously never got hurt.  Behind my dad’s house there is a small patch of woods, through which runs a small creek.  We LOVED playing in the creek.  In the middle of the woods we even cleared away the thickets next to part of the creek and made a silt beach.  One time, I had the brilliant idea to bring empty plastic coke bottles down and we filled them with that creek water and drank it.  I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M STILL ALIVE!

This is the woods with the creek :)
This is the woods with the creek 🙂

I definitely wasn’t afraid of germs then 😉  There were times when the corn was grown up, but there were patches that the planter missed, so you could sneak out into the cornfield and hang out in the empty patches and no one would even know you were there (not that you would really want to unless you were a these two weird kids).  My brother and I stole a match book, the kind that you get for free from places, and took it into the corn field, dug a hole in one of those open patches, and lit twigs and leaves, and whatever else we could find on fire.  Yet, another time when I could have easily been in great danger, the entire cornfield could have gone up in an inferno.  Perhaps my FAVORITE memory is when my brother and I were playing in the pasture behind my grandparents’ house.  I showed this pasture in a previous post, but just in case you forgot, here it is:

The pasture, location of "dinosaur rock."
The pasture, location of “dinosaur rock.” You can actually see some living cows on the hill 😉

The pasture is cool because there is a giant sandstone rock in the shape of a dinosaur head, which us creative kids dubbed, “dinosaur rock.”  This was THE coolest place for my cousins and I to hang out during the summer.  One time, there were these big dirt filled holes that my dad made in the pasture, and we had no idea why, but it was pretty darn fun to throw the dirt clods at one another.  My brother stood at the top of one of these holes and it was made in such a way that it was on the side of a hill.  I stood at the bottom and while he was standing on the top, he was saying, “You dare me to jump!”  Like he was such a rebel 😉  Of course I said, “Yeah, do it!” Or something to that effect.  I’m not kidding you, he was literally swinging his arms, reading to jump, when I yelled, “No, don’t!”  (Again, paraphrasing).  It was only milliseconds before that fateful leap that I noticed a glassy, blue eye peeking through the dirt.  After seeing the eye, the silhouette of a giant, bloated dead cow came into view.  I don’t think either of us will ever forget when my brother nearly jumped directly onto the stomach of a cow carcass.  If he had, I can’t image how that story would have ended 😦

Well, there is a point to all of this!  I saw my brother last weekend and I can’t believe how mature he looks.  He was always so much smaller than me.  It has struck me in the last couple of years how my family and I are changing before my eyes.  I’m just happy to still be close to my siblings and parents.  We’ve had such a good life together and will have one to come.

Me, baby Chester, my brother, and my sister
Me, baby Chester, my brother, and my sister

The moral of this post is, watch your kids closer when they play outside!  I’m SO surprised that my brother and I made it to be this old 😉

Thanks for reading!



62 thoughts on “Near Death Experiences…Sort of!

    1. 🙂 life sure was different without so much technology. Don’t get me wrong I love technology, but young children learn more from the world 🙂

      1. I think they crave real experiences although too much screen time is addicting and unsatisfying at the same time. But kids don’t have nearly the freedom to explore that we had as children.

  1. NOOOO. The moral should be that we all survived childhood and so will our children if we just trust them not to jump on dead cows. People spend way too much time bubble wrapping their kids and those kids grow up to make stupid decisions when the stakes are much higher. Make mistakes young and learn from them so you don’t get hurt when you are older.

    1. That’s a very good moral indeed 🙂 I didn’t quite see that one. I definitely agree that my upbringing molded me into the independent, responsible individual that I am

  2. Great post, I love the pictures and the stories. I would have love to have grown up on a farm but instead grew up in the suburbs. One time my brother and I decided to light a piece of paper in the middle of our living room, no idea why, it just seemed like something fun to do. We were quite young and I can’t remember which of us held the paper but whoever it was let go of it as soon as it was lit. I think we were able to extinguish it quickly but somehow we were found out (maybe there was a burn on the carpet or maybe just a burning smell). Not quite as dangerous as the cornfield but silly nonetheless!

    1. Sounds like the time I burned a hole in the carpet at my mom’s house by dropping hot incense on it. I tried to hide the melt/burn with foundation! hahaha. Your story made me laugh for sure. (Nothing like the smell of burnt carpet)!

  3. First of all, I love reading your blog! Secondly, the pictures you took were simply lovely. Thirdly, I can totally relate to a lot of your post. As a child, I was so brave and often miraculously survived scary things that were great fun at the moment. However I now seem to be afraid of everything. It is rather sad.

    1. No worries, I’m afraid of everything too 😉 The pictures are my favorite. They capture the true beauty of rural IN. I’m so glad you love my blog! I hope you come back 🙂

  4. I had a very similar experience growing up on a farm/ranch in Idaho. I can’t believe I’m alive either! And you can bet I would NEVER let my kids do some of the things I did! Thanks for that little jaunt down memory lane! And for visiting my blog. 🙂

    1. 😉 It’s funny how creative kids can be too when just left to wonder the wilderness! I’m sure you have plenty of stories yourself 🙂 Thanks for sharing!

  5. It sounds like a lot of fun. My fondest memories are from playing in my Grandpa’s farm. I have done a lot of crazy things as a child. Somehow, I managed to survive and enjoy my childhood!

  6. When I was in middle school… After I left school….. I walked across the street near this mental health facility full of crazies…. A van or truck (don’t remember) stopped letting me go. I didn’t a see car coming up cuz the van was blocking my view. I walked past the van and got hit by a car. Everything was in slow motion and it felt unreal and dream like and I felt no fear…. If I were to die it wouldn’t have been a scary thing. The crazies told the cops that I jay walked and I had to pay a fine. I broke the guys window but my back pack took the blow so I only had a slightly sprained ankle. It wasn’t scary at all. It was very trippy. I have had non-dangerous dreamlike moments like that too…. The meds got rid of those dream-like moments permanently unfortunately. In those dream-like moments life seems very unlikely and impossible…. It’s trippy and beyond my capability to explain really. It happened ever since getting hit by that car and stopped in 11′ when they put me on several meds.

    1. Matt that is so sad 😦 Poor guy. Did you go to the hospital or anything? My friend in high school had a very similar experience. He got hit by a car when he was younger and the driver got mad at him. I would feel so bad if I hit a kid, or anyone for that matter!

      1. I wasn’t really injured that bad at all. I didn’t need to go to the hospital. The moral of the story is…. Don’t take psych meds…. They will get rid of your strange “getting hit by car” induced spiritual experiences.

  7. Haha… You got me 🙂
    The world does change, right before your eyes. There is an equally, if not more, compelling truth though- that it changes only for better. I liked it when you said ‘ I’m just happy to still be close to my siblings and parents. We’ve had such a good life together and will have one to come.’… Amen to that!
    You have grown up at amazing places, and have great stories to tell. You should put them all together somewhere- and publish it 🙂 What do you think?

    1. I think that’s a great idea 🙂 someday in the future when I’ve had more experiences it would be fun to write a book about the happenings in my life. For being so young ive had quite a number of great and trying life experiences 🙂

  8. My grandfather has stories about climbing up to the second floor on the outside of the bannisters, or going from the bathroom to his bedroom by getting out on the window ledge. I’m amazed my mother ever came into existence.
    The cow story is incredible.

  9. This comment is for all of your loyal readers, just for the record, I am her loving mother who had absolutely no idea that they were up to such things when they were at their dad’s house…..but then again, at that age I would have done the exact same things they are doing because the outdoors is such a wonderful place to adventure, and nothing would have stopped me so how could I expect anything less of my kids. I am glad you survived, and I am very glad you had the opportunity to explore the world before grownup responsibilities took hold of your life.
    Sounds like a blast, except for the dead cow thing. I always kinda wondered how your dad disposed of the dead animals, and now I know why, late at night while I was still living there, I would hear the coyotes having such a party, now it is evident that they were finding his staff of the poor deceased animals.
    You silly girl, drinking the stream water…..funny

    1. hahahahahaha. I did so many bad things unattended at my dad’s house. Tyler and I did a lot of things that I’m not necessarily proud of 😉 Ashley, Amber, and I went to that bridge down past Curt’s house and swam. We freakin swam in that! I remember seeing a snake and a deer skeleton 😦 One that I will never forget is making my grandma drive to holiday foods with Jessica and Kendal just so I could see this guy I liked that worked there. I feel terrible about that to this day 😦

      1. I guess those experiences made you the independent person you are, I’m just grateful you survived your childhood. Ashley getting in that ditch? Wow. That explains why Tyler is in love with the outdoors and every muddy body of water he can find. Lol

      2. 🙂 He’s a funny dude. We are such polar opposites in our interests, but he and I are much more similar than Ashley. Won and I were wondering, why is her accent so perfect when Tyler and I speak like the rest of our family with a DC accent? We talk about this stuff a lot and it’s so true.

  10. Thanks for sharing that lovely story. It is good to know that you had an adventurous childhood. I am glad you all survived it. Such a beautiful picture of your family. You all look so happy being together. 🙂

  11. Hmmm, so THAT was why he made those big dirt-filled holes! You just reminded me of the time the neighbors’ pony died in the middle of the winter, with the ground frozen so hard no shovel or front-end loader could even make a dent in the ground. He had died in a puddle, just before it froze. He lay there till spring. Us kids used to go out and just look at him. We were the same kids that shot BBs at each other for fun. And nobody got their eye shot out! Kids. Nowadays all they do is exercise their thumbs on video games. What they’re missing out on!

      1. Yeah, poor Sparky. I’ll have to write his story over at my blog sometime soon. He never had much of a chance, did Sparky. Always sucking hind tit. 😉

  12. Great post and it threw me back over 20 years thinking about the same thing! I know where you’re coming from with the cow. I once was about to jump over a wall that I ‘knew’ was only 2′ tall…..One side only had a 2′ drop the other was a 15′ drop and was really a bridge! lol

  13. great stuff. I really don’t know how much i could recall about n e adventures, there were some!
    I enjoyed reading this.

    thanks for the Like!!! I’m such a Noob, Dan

  14. It seems like you had such a wonderful time growing up. Also, it sounds a lot like my childhood. I sure miss those days! Thanks for sharing these memories.

  15. This brings back many memories for me 🙂 I grew up on a farm too and its funny because when my kids smell smog and people grilling it reminds them of home but when I smell cow poop and fresh cut hay I feel like home. Ahhhhh the memories. Im surprised I survived my childhood with all of my limbs in tact! At least we were kids and thoroughly enjoyed being one.

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