Friday “Photoday”

Kids are adorable!
They are the most creative beings on the planet. When you watch a child at play you can really see authenticity within them. I can remember when I was a child, and the imagination I had then was beyond anything I could fathom. I would give anything now, to be able to see things the way I did as a kid.

I remember when my family and I went to Disney World for the first time in 1992. As we arrived there, my siblings and I all got our very own autograph book, from the souvenir shop. While we were there, we had every Disney Star that one of us spotted sign them. It was so overwhelming and exciting, I couldn’t believe I was meeting Mickey Mouse and all the other characters I was so fond of. I felt so cool! I go now to Disney Land and just wish I could see it like I did back then. It was such a magical place.

I remember whenever going swimming, I would make believe I was a mermaid and tell my sister, Kaylin, “I’m a mermaid with purple hair, with a pink shell bra, and green tail. I live in a castle and I’m coming to visit you.” Talk about creating a new world. I got really deep into anything I would imagine. In my mind I would really bring it to life.

I started an exclusive club when I was eight, I called it “Save the World.” The only member besides me, my little brother, David. He was five. I would tell him spontaneously that we had a club meeting and it was urgent. Bless my little brothers heart, he did not want to be there, but he sure was a good sport.
To get my message out there about saving the world, I decided to go around my neighborhood and put in each and everyones mail box, my message. So, out of construction paper, I made over 40 of them. I cut each one into the size of a return label. Each message said, “SAVE THE WORLD.” Then, I punched two holes on each side of the message. After that was completed, I took a couple pair of Mardi Gras beads and broke them up. I took a bead and placed it in the punched out hole, and with tape held each bead in place. So there was my message with two beads on each side of it. Hilarious! I then rode my bike around the entire neighborhood and put it in every single mail box, until I ran out. I remember getting home late, and my mom being pretty upset. She wanted to know what I was doing. I told her and oh, how proud of myself I was. Until, she told me that it was a federal offense to play with someone’s mail box. I was so scared I was going to get arrested. I never did that again!

I remember writing a letter to President Clinton about saving the animals. I asked my mom if she knew the address to the White House, she said yes. So, I gave the letter to her. She wrote an address on it and off it went. Never got a response, but, I felt like I was on a mission to make this world one happy place.

One last story. So, around the age of four, I got this idea that I wanted to invent a potion, and then sell it to make money. How was I going to ship this potion? Well, have no fear, I had my red wooden wagon. I laid inside it, rows of cupcake paper liners, until you could not see the bottom of the wagon. While my dad was on the phone in the kitchen, I am in the pantry, oh how very sneaky I was, taking condiments and putting it into each cupcake liner. I filled them up with Teddy Grahams, sprinkles, cinnamon sugar chips, then I squirted in each liner, honey, chocolate syrup, again throwing in some more condiments, such as, sugar, pepper, salt, etc, what ever was edible and small enough to fit in it, I put. As I am leaving my house, I yelled out to my dad, “I’ll be right back.” I went to one neighbor’s house across the street. I knocked on the door and asked if she wanted to buy my potion? She looked behind me to see what was in my wagon and started to ask, what was in it. Suddenly, very hesitantly replied, “oh why not, sure.” She handed me ten cents. I was so excited, ten cents whoopy. Right as I was going to the next house, my dad came outside to find me. I was across the street, which, I was not allowed to cross the street without my parents consent. I ran home pulling behind me my wagon. As I get up to him, I had this face like, hey dad what’s up. He gave me this mad glare, then turned to my wagon, and saw a big ole mess I had just made. Lets just say no more potions to sell. It wasn’t funny then, but now, I look back and just laugh. I was so creative.

When I saw this picture I had to share it. I have no clue what I am doing, but obviously, I am pretty deep into my world. Hummmmmmmm!

I miss being a kid! I know one thing I will always be young at heart.