Would you allow yourself to be the child you were once more?
We'll get up early before the sun awakes. Quietly, in the kitchen we'll fix a feast for hungry youngsters, and whisper of the things we'll fill our day with. Then, dressed and ready, out the door we go, to enjoy simple pleasures such as running in a field of tall grass. And we could lie in those grasses on this sunny spring morning and gaze at the sky with clouds rolling by. And in those clouds we could discover outlines of all sorts of imaginary figures as they continuously unfold.
Then we could fish together by a quiet lake while listening to the stillness all around. The world so still that we could hear the birds changing their positions in the limbs of the trees. And we could stare so long at the poles in the water that we could almost wish a fish to bite the bait. And what about the laughter that comes from deep within when the slimy worm is being positioned "properly" on the hook to lure the fish. That funny slimy feeling that you just might have a hold of it, but no -- it got away -- briefly -- to land down in the dirt. That's all we need - great! Now the dirt on that slimy worm will give us something to hold on to, and on he goes. Dad said it didn't hurt the worm, you know to hook it -- they don't feel a thing.
As the sun now moves to center itself overhead, it signals that it's time for lunch. Keeping vigil on our poles, we reach for the sandwiches from the basket we packed with all our favorite foods. Those tidbits are sounding better every second. But first we need to clean our hands. Well, when in nature you make do so, we just dust them off on our pants to rub away the surface dirt. What a treat! Now we can eat.
The hours slowly creep along and we're sitting there, still keeping an eye on the poles. The sky has changed, and the daylight begins to fade. If only we could stop the clock and freeze ourselves in this carefree moment. It looks as if at last all there will be of today is memories. It's time to gather up our things now. There are promises of coming back another day, but sincere promises have a way of fading in the "real world." Instead, we'll make a pact, an oath, to return very soon. The day is ending and as we walk away with the sun at our backs, we are smiling proudly because, we know we have packed this day fuller than most and have lived it to the fullest. These are the things childhood memories are made of!
