Monday, May 08, 2006
When I Was Ten...
In a couple different places, I've heard that what you loved at ten years old, you probably love even as an adult. Well, some of the things you loved at ten, anyway.
Now, before you say, "Phooey!", think about it. I found this to be true for me.
At ten, I liked to write. I started writing a book, one about three animal pals lost in the forest. I got to page 6 and quit, but hey! I've always remembered the dreaminess I had of becoming an author. And well, you can probably guess that I still like to write, even though I took a whole bunch of years off, like the ones between 25 and 45 (though I've always written letters).
At ten, I loved to visit junk shops with my parents. I still love to do that, except now I go with my husband.
At ten, I was enchanted at those above-mentioned junk shops anytime I'd see advertisement art with Victorian women. I am still enchanted with those.
At ten, I loved shows like Leave it to Beaver and I Love Lucy and Davey and Goliath (anyone remember that one?). I still love them.
At ten, I loved spaghetti and mashed potatoes better than any other food in the whole world. I still do (unfortunately for my weight...).
At ten, I had a great imagination and I loved to use it. At 47, I am learning how to use my imagination all over again. Somewhere along the way it suffered the usual fate of most adults when it became too tame and too sensible. It's sad to lose your imagination. Maybe that's partly why we freak-out when Change happens--maybe we are unable to dream-up anything to replace what we have lost and then we panic because we can see only nothingness ahead. I am currently restocking my imagination.
At ten, I loved sitting outside and looking at trees and clouds and dreaming away the hours. I still do.
At ten, I felt like Jesus ran around everywhere with me. These past few years, I've been getting that back, also. And maybe that's partly why I feel so much more rejuvenated than I used to...
Anyway, I just thought I'd share the "what did you love at 10?" thing... It made me think... it is still making me think... it is still changing my whole outlook on Life. Maybe we are our most real at ten... maybe that's right before we are talked out of being real, so ten becomes both a hello and a good-bye. I'm not sure... I'm only guessing...
What did you love at 10 that you still love now?