DING, DING, DING!

memories are great esp when they are of something special. i had a memory the other day not anything extraordinary, just the old church bells. i wonder why they dont ring anymore, the last time i heard them i was a child. i remember when i was young when the 6 o'clock bell would chime it was time to come home.
i think something as simple as church bells is a sweet hometown bonus. the chime every hour could help remind people in the town about family, friends, your religious beliefs. i loved hearing the ringing from the distance even as a child. maybe its just me who misses or cares because i havent heard them in years. i wonder why?


while on the subject of church, i was always raised where the church was always open for people to pray, light a candle, or think. i went to the church to sit and sort through something in my head, it was still daylight and the doors were locked!! the world is a horrid place if the churches cant trust anyone and leave the door open. your also a terrible person if you abuse the privilege and steal from them. let the people have a place for solice and let the doors be open. i just couldnt believe the doors were locked, it was like a church saying nope go think about your problem else where no one can be trusted our doors are locked. SAD

all i want is for the bells to ring and maybe people in the community can feel like i did when they were heard by me.