I like kids. Do you like kids? Don’t you just love the way they can go into a group of other children and, just as natural as you please, start talking? Gone are the inhibitions that they’ll develop later on. Oh, yeah. You know the ones; too shy to speak, worry that someone might think this or that, does my shirt have milk on it?
I wonder why it is that we learn those fears as we grow older? I’ve pondered this subject quite a bit, actually and I think it just may have something to do with the years of trying to find our places in life. It seems that at about fifth grade, things begin to change. At least, that’s about when they started changing for me.
Maybe everyone has a nemesis in their lives, just like that girl I told you about yesterday? I hope not, but there must be some reason why so many of us begin to shrink inside ourselves.
I have one grandie who is a true and natural comic. You never know what he’s gonna’ come up with. The other day, he sort of tumbled down the stairs and when he reached the bottom, he just bounced up and grinned sheepishly, saying, “I wasn’t watching where I was going!”
Another time, while playing air-shooting with Mama and big brother, he suddenly announced that he had been shot in the bum. One of his most interesting habits, in my opinion, is spending most of his time on his head. Yep! He watches TV on his head, visits with others while on his head and does way more things on his head than a lot of people can do in an upright position.
He also has a funny little habit of going up the stairs doing somersaults. You heard me right. He goes UP the stairs that way. I used to hang upside-down a lot when I was growing up. Maybe I affected him, even before he was a thought in Mama or Daddy’s minds? At any rate, he makes it look like so much fun that I even wanna’ play. I hate to tell you what the results of THAT would be. *sigh*
Oh, to be a child, again. Until the next time, keep a hug on.