The Outhouse

Pondering on the "old days," my memory slips into the days when having a color TV meant you were coming up in the world. But most of all toilets were a blessing which not all people had. Yes, I suppose I'm getting older, not old mind you, but older since being able to recall those days is quite an ancient story. My mama had to do it all the time, thank God I didn't. I only used one when we went to the cabins with Grandpa and Grandma Low.
Awe yes, baring your butt in the freezing cold while the warmth streamed down, down, down, into the darkness of the deep hole. Then running on the tall grassy path from what ever may have been in the hole, while pulling your pants up, back to the cabin and hoping the bear who went over the mountain didn't catch up to you, was quite a trip.
I wasn't very old in those days, Id say around seven, but you will never be able to comprehend the celebration which took place, in secret, of how absolutely happy I was when Grandpa and Grandma finally built a cabin that had an indoor toilet. No more going out in the woods with that dreadful fear of the big bad wolf coming after me, or the bear I mentioned earlier. And no more looking down, down, down, into the stinky darkness of the dreaded hole that I was always afraid I might fall in.
Do kids these days really appreciate the invention of an indoor toilet - that if you fall in you won't go far? I'll clean that darned toilet any day rather then have to ever worry about using the outhouse again.
I'd tip my hat, if I had one, to the many people I know who had to use the outhouse on a regular basis.