I remember summer vacation. That golden time that we all looked forward to while we were in school, toiling away at word problems and writing book reports, thinking to ourselves how wonderful things were going to be once we free of the burdens of education. Excited at the prospect of adventures old and new, no matter how blurry they were at the time we imagined them, barely listening to our teachers as we counted down the days, the hours, and then the minutes, til finally the school bus delivered us home and to what was sure to be our summer's Greatest Destiny.
The problem with reaching Destiny, the problem as a kid, I now remember, is that we were always waiting. Waiting for mom or dad, waiting for a ride somewhere, waiting for our allowance, waiting for a certain day or time. Waiting, always for something, for what always seemed like an eternity. And with road trips to California and Disney World and the like, my brother and I have had our share of what might seem to be summer's Greatest Childhood Destiny Moments, but I would argue now that the greatness of our summers didn't lie with such monumental wonders, but in the waiting itself. When all the world was ours to imagine and behold, with just a little assistance from some cardboard, scissors, and tape.
2 comments:
We think that was a pawfect movie! We're gonna go make some pupcorn and watch it again and again and again.....
Hugs,
Lily Belle & Muffin
mmm pupcorn :)
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