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| A little boy has moved into the neighborhood. He’s living in a magic window that could be the best of his life -- the year before he starts school. He just got his first bona fide two-wheel bike. On foot, without traps or other devices, he tries to catch birds. If a question occurs to him, if something’s on his mind, he speaks. When he has to pee, he just pulls down his pants and goes, seeing how high or far he can make the stream sail. I believe his major stress points involve when his mother will make him come inside for lunch or a nap, when I’m going to tie my dog outside so he has fresh company, and how long before his brother gets home from first grade. If I try, I can remember that window. It was a good day if I awoke in time to watch all of the cartoons. Popsicles were as good as steak, and it amounted to lobster if the ice cream man drove down the street, and a mom was around to buy treats. Getting Eddie Mathews in a 5¢ pack of baseball cards was my dream come true. What happens? When do we forget what’s really important? Is the sun going to shine so we’ll be able to play outside? Is there still some of the good cereal left for breakfast? Do you have one, good, fast pair of tennies that fit? Will enough kids be around to get up a game? The main concern was to have some fun that day. If you had a quarter in your pocket, you were a person of substantial wealth who could make yourself and your friends very happy. Why do we let things get complicated and contaminated? You know, a person really ought to make an effort to laugh, play, dream, risk, and appreciate more. Have some fun. It’s an inalienable right. At least, it used to be. |
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