Never ceasing to be amazed.
As a kid
It's funny to reflect upon the day, it really is. You never really realize how much you deeply think about the events of a day until you sit back, stare at a blank spot on the wall, and start thinking about things that wouldn't even dream of pondering about in the midst of the daily rush of activities.
Today is Christmas, and it was a wonderful Christmas. The usual occurred around the ranch: a sparse breakfast to save room for the large, celebratory meal planned sometime in the afternoon, the opening of gifts, bringing out my grandmother to the house and hearing about who's with who, who moved where, and who's down with this illness, sitting around the livingroom listening to Christmas music and chatting about what comes to mind, the post meal pie around six or seven, and maybe a late night movie around the old television for those who can still keep their eyelids open after the turkey.
So after the rush of these things, I sit a ponderin' at the computer thinking about the days ahead, and I realized that sometimes I'd love to be a kid again. Now some precursors: I'm not wishing to go back to those middle school years or have my driving license revoked. But rather reflecting as a child, Christmas was a seemingly long vacation filled with a week of consuming attention by the new toys and gadgets and eating leftovers until the very last of whatever was least popular.
In my own personal opinion, I think we suck the childlike life out of ourselves and replaced it with "stuff". In fact, it's probably some proven statistic in a lab somewheres. People have written books, I've read bits of them, and it makes a whole lot of sense. It seems that our holiday is work and then an immediate rush back to more work.
Ah, but I'm not here to point out America's probably like some hippie or critical, analytical grouch, I'm here to write about how I love being a kid sometimes by sleeping in, eating out of the ice cream carton, and getting excited about simple things like snow. In fact, these things that we sometimes overlook may seem childish, but I think it's simply human.
Today is Christmas, and it was a wonderful Christmas. The usual occurred around the ranch: a sparse breakfast to save room for the large, celebratory meal planned sometime in the afternoon, the opening of gifts, bringing out my grandmother to the house and hearing about who's with who, who moved where, and who's down with this illness, sitting around the livingroom listening to Christmas music and chatting about what comes to mind, the post meal pie around six or seven, and maybe a late night movie around the old television for those who can still keep their eyelids open after the turkey.
So after the rush of these things, I sit a ponderin' at the computer thinking about the days ahead, and I realized that sometimes I'd love to be a kid again. Now some precursors: I'm not wishing to go back to those middle school years or have my driving license revoked. But rather reflecting as a child, Christmas was a seemingly long vacation filled with a week of consuming attention by the new toys and gadgets and eating leftovers until the very last of whatever was least popular.
In my own personal opinion, I think we suck the childlike life out of ourselves and replaced it with "stuff". In fact, it's probably some proven statistic in a lab somewheres. People have written books, I've read bits of them, and it makes a whole lot of sense. It seems that our holiday is work and then an immediate rush back to more work.
Ah, but I'm not here to point out America's probably like some hippie or critical, analytical grouch, I'm here to write about how I love being a kid sometimes by sleeping in, eating out of the ice cream carton, and getting excited about simple things like snow. In fact, these things that we sometimes overlook may seem childish, but I think it's simply human.
posted by Lindsay K. at 7:12 PM
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