The Deal
Over the next few months I will slowly move over all my favorite posts from my previous blog..So if you've seen this before just skip..or read it again...
When I was 14 and drastic changes were wreaking havoc to my body.
The child I was...
was afraid to let go,
to disappear along with his peers.
So my... new adolescent evolving self made a deal then with the fading child...
I told him he could come along and join me...
as long as he doesn’t make a total fool of me.
I’m thankful that he stayed.
Now I never get bored
of watching an airplane take off...
of seeing the Empire State Building..
of riding an escalator..of observing fields..beaches...marching bands..
of blowing bubbles...
the thrill of a new friendship...
the comfort of a long hug....
riding trains...
and roughhousing with my own kids....
He’s been a good companion..and he’s loving blogland as well....
and yes..He's psyched for Purim..
He still gets a thrill ripping into a new M'Manos looking for goodies...
:-)
posted by David_on_the_Lake at 8:59 PM
9 Comments:
Glad to hear you've kept up with your inner child. In some ways I have, too, though at times I hear her starting to fall behind... so I slow down ;)
I don't remember reading this one. Cool deal no wonder how you have that child like spirit that is felt in your posts. I have the kid in me and I didn't know where it came from now I know. I guess I must of made the same deal subconsciously:).
i once sew a bumper sticker
I "REFUSE" TO GROW UP!!!
BUT MATTERS IN LIFE MAKE U GROW UP, LUCKY YOU THAT U CAN STILL FEEL THAT WAY
I HAVE GONE PAST THAT
My inner child is also still with me. It's nice to have both
"I won't grow up...
I'll never grow up, never grow up,
Never grow u-up!
Not me.
Not I.
Not me.
So there!"
boy, do i love peter pan...
Dreamer-- If you're referring to the book, I agree fully. If you're talking about the Disney movie, eh. The funny thing is, I think it was written as a play first-- it's actually the book that's an adaptation.
The only deal I made with myself as a child is that I would never forget what it was like. And I haven't. You will not catch me saying, "Oh, to be young again" or any foolishness like that. Being a kid is hard, underappreciated work.
It had never occured to me that the spark of wonder would ever go anywhere. It hasn't, though sometimes I ignore its insistent tug in my haste :( Poor kid...
Young at heart.... :)
Great poem! Hope there wasn't an outbreak between your Purim-loving-inner-kid and Sober-introvert-adult.
Peaceful Shishan Purim!
hey i remember this one
the picture as well
the picture especially
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