Red Ants

Both our kids had their first taste (or was it the ants having their taste of our kids?) of being bitten by the red ants while they were playing in the little garden outside the house. They came running in crying. Poor kids. Back in those days...here I go again...about our olden, golden times when we run around, not only in the garden but secondary jungle and rivers and blah blah blah...sigh!!! Those were the days. We climb up trees. We swim in rivers. Our "toys" were spiders, crickets, black ants, tops, kites, picture cards, marbles, two sticks (made up of a foot-long stick and another 6-inch stick) and even slippers. You name it man. We improvised and we had fun.

Oops. I deviated from the Red Ants experience. So, anyway, red ants are just part and parcel of our growing up...along with all the good and bad that we have or going to experience. There will be bitter or sweet experience. there, that's all I wanted to "say" about ants. (Did someone say that I'm using this as an excuse to tell about those good old days when.............)