Authors note: I wrote this piece because it came up in one of my brainstorming lists. If you are unfamiliar with this concept, you may want to try it. What you do is have someone give you a word and tell you when to stop. You write/ type a word that links to the first word in a way others may not be able to understand- but that's okay- and just keep branching off from there. You could end up with 30 words, or just 7. It's pretty funny to read some other peoples lists. Give it a try sometime. Anyway, this was a memory from when I was about seven and spring weather was starting to set in.
I think back to the time when I was about seven. The joy of the lake unfreezing and the pier building people coming back to reassemble our pier. This meant warmth. This meant adventures lying ahead. This meant memories will be made.
My friends Ally and Sammy had come over that day. When we saw the builders doing their job outside our window, we thought they could use some entertainment. So, being the six, seven and eight year olds we were, we decided they could use some music.
We grabbed some white lawn chairs and set them up near the sea wall so we were within hearing range of the workers. Next, we grabbed the musical wooden frogs you stroke with a stick and climbed on top of the chairs. Beginning with just the beat of the wooden frogs croaking, we built up our show from there.
My parents reminded me of this day when I looked at the picture -- Only the picture helps me bring back a slight recollection of doing this-- of us singing to them. Only, I wouldn't call it singing. More like chanting. "Go pier people! Go pier people" Croak. Croak. Croak. "Go pier people! Go pier people!" Croak. Croak. Croak.
The only barrier that kept us in the adorable category and away from crazy was our youth. Youth is a great thing that keeps your imagination wide open. The youth doesn't have to be lost on everybody once they become "old". They shouldn't be considered crazy if they can have a fun perspective on the world. Try to keep your mind open. You'll never know what you'll find.
