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Chat with readers about a childhood event that still sticks out in your mind, something you'd like to go through again.
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Life feels pretty busy, hectic even, here in my fifties. I'm sandwiched between elder care and youth care, with my mother-in-law facing some mobility issues and my youngest kiddo learning to navigate life with EDS (Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, an auto-immune condition that affects strength and stamina).
Even though I left teaching a few years ago, it sometimes feels like every hour of my day is spent in service to others. I do it out of love, but that doesn't mean it's not wearing.
So, I think I'd most like to go back to one of those seemingly endless summer days when I actually had time to get bored and felt like I had nothing to do. Maybe an afternoon sprawled out on the floor in the livingroom with a pile of comic books we'd just picked up at the local used book store spread out around me, enjoying a little snack plate my Mom provided before she also flopped down to read. We can just sit there for a while, reading companionably together.
Sounds pretty darn good about now.
How about you? Something in your childhood you'd like to revisit, experience again? I'd love to hear about it in the comments!
I wish I could go back to those summers in-between school, when I didn't have to work or do ANYTHING at all, and I could just read and play my violin and write as long as I wanted.
ReplyDeleteThose were the days, huh? Me too!
DeleteOh yes, that sounds like a great way to spend a lazy afternoon. And no screens to distract us.
ReplyDeleteJust the "boob tube" and it only had two or three options and long hours where the programming didn't appeal to me at all.
DeleteI remember similar lazy days just sitting on my doorstep reading a pile of comics and eating chocolate buttons. It was always sunny too!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds heavenly.
DeleteI spent many of those days wandering the back fields and woods. But when the afternoon thunderstorms threatened, I'd be grabbing a book to read
ReplyDeleteI lived in a more urban setting as a child, but I got some of that woods wandering when I visited my grandparents.
DeleteA beautiful memory. I used to do this with my gran. Lord, I miss her.
ReplyDeleteI miss mine, too. It's unfair that she's gone when I'm finally old enough to connect with her in a whole different way.
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