When I was a kid, I thought that if I stood perfectly still, breathed justright, and positioned myself justso, that I was invisible.
I’m think I may have passed the Magical Invisible Gene onto my son.
I believed that there was an evilish witch who lived under my bed. She could only move as much as I did, but, the direction of her moves was not conditional upon mine. So, for example, if I rolled left and then right, she would be allowed to roll right, twice. She couldn’t get to me while she was still under the bed. Additionally, I got a free pass for moving superfast in an emergency, because she didn’t have the ability to think very quickly. Like all of the Evils, she was less quick-witted than I. Which meant that having to pee in the middle of the night looked like this:
Getting back into the bed was not as easy. I still won.
When I was a kid, I thought that my dolls and stuffed animals came to life once I slept, and that they might not be nice. So, I beheaded my Barbies and other beheadables. And then, I hid their bodies from their heads to be safe (because if they couldn’t see their parts, they couldn’t get to them – makes sense, right?). It worked, in case you’re wondering. I’m here, fine, and living to behead the beheadables for my little boy, in case it’s ever an issue.
When I was a kid, I believed that dressing my baby brother as a girl made him one. He went along with the game, and let me introduce him as Michelle, wearing a dress, to our new neighbors. Until the day that I burned his head with my curling iron. Then, he was Mike, again. Sans dress. Sans sister.
I thought that the people in this photo would forever remain the center of my universe. If you’d told me that it was possible for me to not know their names, their pet’s names and their favorite colors today, I’d never have believed you.
I couldn’t imagine growing old.
I knew that moms could fix everything with a kiss. That grown-ups held the answers to Life, with the exception of Important Things and The Whys, because they’d obviously forgotten the best way to find a fairy among the leaves of a flower.
Unicorns were real, and I could fly.
Over the years, I’ve learned that children possess magic that somehow, sometimes, gets lost along the journey.
That it’s too easy to forget that life is full of magic, and wonder.
Until it isn’t.
Because, really, if you look at life justright, for brief moments in time, we can fly.
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. Today’s sentence is “When I was a kid, I thought…”
Janine: Janine’s Confessions of a Mommyaholic
Kate: Can I get another bottle of whine?
Stephanie: Mommy, for Real
me: finding ninee