To Be A Kid Again!!!

To be a kid again? Oh my goodness, are you kidding? Look at that bycicle, look at the beautiful freedom to roam and feel the wind caress your face. This would make me feel like a child again. Just think of the possibilities. The adventures. The skinned knees. hehe

First let me give credit to Barbara Strisand who so perfectly explainded to be a kid again. One of my favorites. She takes me back to all the possibilities that still lay there in the wonderment of the child spirit. So many of these things we can still do now. It is a mind set to allow our minds to dream, while laying on a blanket at night and pointing out the stars and making a wish.

'I Wish I Were A Kid Again' sequence from My Name is Barbra



Wow, to ride that bike. As a child I am totally saving up my milk bottle caps, hoping against all hope to win that bike, holding my breath, waiting for my series of numbers to be called. This contest has already put me in a child like thinking, waiting for the next decoder ring, to jump rope and trying to do a double dutch. Play in the mud puddles after a rain. Catch fireflies and put them in a jar, only to set them free. To be bare footed all the time. To roller skate on the sidewalk that really does require that key. (snicker)

Oh and remember the tents made in the house, using blankets over furnitue to make our hideways. The fort made of old lumber.

The pride of finally being a Brownie and earning those badges. Don't tell anyone...........shhhhhhhh it's a big secret. Can you keep a secret? I was a girl scout all the way through high school, not many people knew.

Remember picking the flowers of the honey suckles and sucking the sweetness out. Chewing on a stalk of sugar cane. Making Hawian leis from gardenias.

How, about red rover, hop scotch for hours and hours at a time or jacks as if it was as important as, say Texas Holdem.

Did ya ever make mud pies and then eat them? Have two tin cans with a string, thinking we had a great line of communication.

We used to put on plays at least once a week in the summer, in the hot garage, with a make shift curtain and hold parents and other neighbors hostage for as long as the play was. Or how about wishing you were Cathy on the Lawerance Welk show. My grandfather teaching me the twist.

I spent hours in the sandlot, making not just castles, but entire cities. Give me a sandlot, puddles after a rain and that bycicle and I am a child again, with big dreams of riding with the big kids.

I want to ride my bicycle music video