The Legends of Some Kid: The Hanbury Road Years

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Idyllic tales of a childhood spent in the puerile stages of suburban Great Bridge in Chesapeake, Virginia in the 1970s and 1980s. There are no excuses here, no apologies, no holding back or hiding behind false names. The tales are true, the characters are real, and they are beautiful. While some of the stories may make you laugh, scratch your head, or reflect with a familiar sadness, you will hopefully find a sense of place. Hopefully, you will recall a time when you were almost some kid doing the same insane things described in these stories, and smile with pride how these kids pulled it off. We wish everyone could have grown up and experienced life in the way it is described here, though you would have needed a slightly warped mind to keep up. Think Leave It To Beaver meets Stand By Me meets One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest and there you have it. While growing up, most children attempt something a little over the top, or assume they have come up with some new-fangled idea to get over on adults or other children. They are then usually harshly informed how SOME KID thought of it already, and tried it, and failed miserably. These are the stories of those children.

Author Bio

The author was born and spent his early years on a large family farm along the James River in Surry County, Virginia. Here he was instilled with a sense of history, of not only family but of the people of the past across the river at Jamestown, or in the fields he walked on the farm. Here he began to listen and learn to tell stories. He moved to Hanbury Road in Great Bridge, in Chesapeake when he was six, bringing with him a farm-fueled sense of wonder and quest to explore. The children he met in his days in Great Bridge sparked different dreams and the tales captured in this book highlight those carefree days. He became a professional archaeologist, a discoverer and steward of history, and perhaps one day he will write in that field, but first he wanted to touch on his own past, to relive it with his friends, reveal it to his family, and have it eternally preserved for his daughter Magdalena. You might not know him, or only know of him, and find yourself reading these stories anyway. If so, may you find in them a piece of your own lost childhood wonder, a sense of place, a familiar thread in the tapestry of life. Hopefully, yours will be just as twisted.