My favorite season of the year is spring. Being a carpenter's son in a small town, in the sixty's and seventy's, was not a real pleasant experience. During the winter there was never enough work for daddy to do, and if there was any work, the weather was usually so bad that it was a very unpleasant experience. Unlike some people that were raised poor but didn't realize it, I realized we were poor from an early age. So, spring meant better times, more work, and more money to do things. It meant baseball season was starting, and yes as a kid I loved to watch baseball with daddy. It meant summer was just around the corner. It meant my birthday. It meant the Pierce reunion would be here before I knew it, and I always looked forward to the Pierce reunion. I meant the wild flowers would be in full bloom. It meant it was time to take a trip to Garner State Park. It meant thunderstorms and going to the storm cellar. It meant Easter. It meant it was time to plant a garden. It meant I would be getting up early and going to work with daddy. Spring brings back so many memories. Some are very fond memories and some are in a way a little sad. I realize most of these experiences I will never have again. But I am thankful that I have all of these wonderful memories. I wouldn't change a thing if I could. These memories are part of who I am today.