Posted by susan C on August 21, 2001, at 11:41:33
In reply to A vision ..., posted by Willow on August 21, 2001, at 1:13:06
I know where all my childhood friends are, still in mineesota.
My favorite childhood memories are of playing in the mud. What sensual, tactal, self absorbed feeling. making pies, building rivers and mounds that are houses and trotting my plastic horses through the mud. wearing my swim suit and riding my bike through the flooded streets.
Now, as a mom, I wonder if my mom remembers me coming home covered in dirt, striping off the clothes and plopping me in the tub, scrubbing me clean. I know when my boys did that, I had a peace and appreciation for the sense of freedom and comfort playing in the mud provides.
I have a good friend who always got upset when her kids came over and returned covered in mud...I don't understand, of course.
One of youngest son's best memeories, and all of us remember it, is him making 'cookies' It started out in the house on the table making flour, salt and water crackers, rolling out the dough and cutting with cookie cutters and baking them. Then, I finally got tired of cleaning up after him, flour all over, and sent him out with the supplies to the deck.
Some time passed and he came in insisting not only that I bake them, but that everyone sit at the table to eat them, he was serving...
While he had been mixing them together he had added in Altoids in addition to dropping the dough on the gravel.
He remembers how polite we all were as we tried to eat around the gravel. And appreciate the altoids. MMM peppermit.
He never made them again, though he realy likes baking and his specialty is banana bread (with out the rocks)
It is raining here too, the first time in a long time.
Mighty Mouse with his cloak over his head.
> It finally rained today, a soft rain, fell like a heavy mist. Suprisingly puddles formed on the ground. My two youngest were out for awhile digging little trenches between the puddles joining them to each other. And I watched from the safety of my window dreaming and wondering, what if?
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> I wonder how often we do that, or even if anyone else has done it. I don't like to think that I'm the only one who has ever wondered about a stranger. Built them up in my mind, gave the smile a voice and the eyes a real personality.
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> Then when a stranger finally speaks up to say that they have wondered that way about me years ago, but didn't tell me I question how I would have reacted. Funny to think back to how I felt alone and to know that I wasn't. I wonder if my dream will ever know how strongly I felt.
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> Where did those childhood friends disappear to? The ones that I played with in the puddles. Perhaps they are now the strangers on the street and I don't even recognize them anymore. How can a memory be so dear to us? But now my dreams aren't of childish games anymore, but gentle carresses and whispers of endearments.
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> And I wonder why we don't see adults playing in the mud, when there are warm summer rains? Oh what a vision that would make, to see eveyone happy!
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> Sweet Dreams to you all, especially my stranger!
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> ps the mind can be a cruel mistress
poster:susan C
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