A-m (umopapisdn) wrote,
A-m
umopapisdn


Relax... you are getting very sleepy.. when I count backwards from three you will drift into a calm safe place...

3.....

2.....


1.....


Now, I'm taking you back, way back in time... close your eyes... and go back...

Back before the interweb... back before the game-box... way back...

I'm talking about hide-and-seek at dusk... staying outside until the street lights come on... games of Red Rover and Capture the Flag... want to play?


Remember jumping rope ... "Had a little sports car, 258, drove it round the coooooorner and SLAMED on the brakes..."

Running so fast you can fly... running until you're out of breath... running with the wind... running through the sprinkler... water balloons the ultimate weapon, until someone comes back with a bucket... sitting soaking wet on the curb sucking on a Mr. Freeze... or getting ice cream from the DickieDee man... a million mosquito bites and sticky fingers... chewing gum in your hair (peanut butter to remove it)...

Climbing trees and scraping knees and catching lightning bugs in a jar... playing hockey in the street until "CAR!"

Riding your bike... "look mom no hands!"... hockey cards in the spokes... toting your friends on your handle bars... popping wheelies... BMX tricks....

Do you remember?

Watchin' Saturday Morning cartoons... getting up earlier than everyone else in the house... milk n' cheerios on the coffee table...

Sleepovers and camp outs... shadow puppets... flashlight light sabers... jumpin' on the bed.... bedbugs and closet monsters... pillow fights... tickle fights ... laughing so hard your stomach hurt... laughing so hard you'd pee...

Or on the weekdays waiting for the school bus... sneaking looks at your first crush... rainy days at school meant playing "Heads up 7Up" in the classroom or sock hops in the gymnasium or movies in the hall... hall monitors were feared... class field trips revered.. and although being sent to the principal's office was terrifying... mom finding out was even worse...

Calling "dibs" means you get to go first.... decisions are made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo" and mistakes are corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"

Having two or three best friends doesn't seem strange at all... anyone over 20 seems old and the worst thing you can catch from the opposite sex is cooties.

When I count to three you'll be that much fun again! 1.. 2.. 3... *blink* Stay young, I double-dog-dare you!
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