Sunday, November 9, 2014
A Simpler Time
My favorite childhood memories, all wrapped up in the pencil drawn comic strip that landed on my porch six days a week, and the color-filled panels that arrived on Sundays. Some of my warmest memories from the time I was a very little girl were reading the latest Calvin and Hobbes on the side stoop of my neighbor's house - I could not yet read, and she read it the best ever.
The simplicity of childhood is something I frequently yearn for. I wish I could go back to the time when life was fairly simple- when the most important thing to do each day was make sure to listen to the teacher. When the most exciting event of the day was afternoon recess, when just my grade level took over the playground, playing all sorts of games that required imagination by the bucketful, but no electricity.
A time when a skinned knee meant a band-aid and a hug from teacher, or a band-aid, popsicle, hug, and kiss from mom. A time before life became flooded with worries no seven year old should ever have to carry. A time when curling up with a favorite book in the spectacular colors of fall made for the best time ever.