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Chocolate Ice Cream Cones For Breakfast! April 14, 2005 6:35 AM

 Do you ever think what it would be like to be as free as you were when your heart was beating as that of the young and inquisitive child you once were? I ponder it. I miss those days when I looked at the world through a young soul’s eyes. Life was grass in my  mussed up hair, and my world centered around my bike. My generic bike was wheels on which to get my mind and body around the neighborhood to scope out the latest scoop on whomever I was likely to come into contact with on my bike journey. I enjoyed capturing lightning bugs and being outside all day long until dusk. That smell from when you came in after a long day of play is something else I wish that I could capture and bottle and make a mint off now on the perfume counter. I bet it would sell better than any damned name brand fragrance. At least it wouldn’t make me sneeze.


     Swings were another big part of my play life and than of course, boys. Yes, I was a tomboy and loved every minute of it. Some of my best play times are when I hung out with the boys even with the beforehand knowledge that my ass was usually grass, for this later when I got home. When I attended college for a couple of years, my two best friends were men. To this day I think of them both and wish them the best in life although we have gone our separate ways. Needless to mention, college was a blast with them involved.


     I remember the first time we were allowed to experience sparklers. I oohed & ahhed. What can I say, I am easy to please. Low maintenance folks. It wasn’t ever a big, expensive amusement park for me. Just traveling down the road anywhere with the windows rolled down and the highway air blowing on my face was a joy. I might have been a dog in my other life. I will have to make contact with my spirit guide on that one folks.


   Scary ghost stories. Another free thrill that was exciting and easy to share. Pitching a tent and trying your best to make it through the night without wimping out and running into the house like a freak and finding your own bed because you were scared by some strange noise or had spooked yourself right into a frenzy. This almost always occurred after one of your own spooky stories about either Bigfoot or UFO’s or some creepy urban legend you had heard and shared with your tent mates. The silly part of being young is the fact that you never remembered that you were not supposed to scare the crap out of your own self. Reading comic books like, “Ripley’s Believe it or Not”, underneath your blanket by flashlight after the lights out call.


    Having a pajama party every night upstairs because you had to squeeze every drop out of life and into the night until one of your parents threatened to come upstairs and take care of business. And than hitting the sheets and giggling into that air bubble before your sheets made pajama contact, and listening as those dreaded foot steps pounded up the stairs and down the hallway and stopping in front of your bedroom door. You hear the heavy breathing and the door knob turns and you know you are in for it. Now we are talking about scary parent stories you’d share later with your friends at school over lunch.


    This all started this morning with my eating a chocolate ice cream cone for breakfast and the bold, golden sunshine that teased my memories onto the surface. I thought to myself, this could turn into one of those days where I played until the sun set and the stars came out to shine and the lightning bugs came out to dance and wouldn’t that be simply divine? Take my hand and let's run with the day and play while we can... 



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Ginger April 14, 2005 5:40 PM

I feel like I just finished reading a warm fuzzie book. Awesome post!  [ send green star]
 April 14, 2005 6:29 PM

Thank you Ginger!  This made me remember

my care free days!  Those were the best!

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 April 14, 2005 6:32 PM

Oh and uh, I still like to have chocolate ice cream

for breakfast!

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Thank you Rhonda R & Rhonda S.. April 15, 2005 4:25 PM

I am grateful that you both took the time to read and enjoy this. Just hope you found a little joy in your day from it. peace & blessings upon you both---ginger  [ send green star]
 April 26, 2005 2:19 PM

What a lovely story, Ginger!  It was like reading a page from the book of your life...  Thanks for sharing.

Giuliana aka Princess Little Rock

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Eat dessert first April 26, 2005 7:22 PM

I appreciate your sharing this post and the attitude it reflects!  My mother gave me a button many years ago that states "I may be getting older, but I refuse to grow up."  While kids may not know about nutrition, we can learn a lot from them with regard to enjoying life and food.  One of the wuotes I refer to often is "The greatest crime of adults is forgetting childhood."  Chronologic age is only a measure of how long we've been here on this earth - mental age is independent of that and allows us to have chocolate ice cream cones for breakfast, waffles for dinner, or anything our inner child comes up with.  Enjoy!!!

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Thank you Guiliana & Tim April 27, 2005 9:00 AM

Thank you Guiliana & Tim. I admit that I did hestitate about posting it here but sometimes even when we sorrow we need to bring out those lighter moments in life too. I know Tim, we do tend to forget the child in us all. Sometimes we need to bring that out again for well being I believe.

I think that inner child is amongst one of those many band-aids we have internally to use when recovering from a loved one's passing. Dragging out that old bike that sets up beside your old push mower and riding it, is one of the best medicines on earth that I know of. AS long as when you get home from your bike ride that old sciatic nerve/back/knee injury doesn't start acting up. Now I am starting to sound ancient here. peace & blessing upon you all.---ginger

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