Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Fairytwinkle Soup and Other Short Stories...

I remember when Skinny was little and she used to run away. She'd have on the same little dress she wore for years and a quickly swiped pack of gum, maybe a marble or sidewalk chalk ,and she'd hit the trail. Long legs flying, hair dancing in the wind. And she never looked back. Not once.

Eventually, we'd have to go and fetch her. Find her in the cubby of an oak tree limb...periously dangling over traffic, or squatting at the lake edge, stirring the brown water with a magic stick....

And so it goes that we all grow up, grow old, and forget how to runaway....We pack electric toothbrushes, cell phone chargers, cowboy boots and crayons. Bayer aspirin, cold packs, and dirty laundrey. We take it all with us....

And then some.

Next year, I'm going Naked.

6 comments:

skinnylittlesister said...

Lol...Gawd I LoVe You!
I was terrible about always running away and looking back on all those years, hahaha, I think I thought I was running to peace & quiet.
Hahaha, I think we should 'run away' quarterly...it's good for the spirits and traveling light, even better.
ssshhhh...sister, i just might not wait until next year.
regardless, I'll meet you at the sand bar & we will go scalloping with our twinkle-toes...
and find peace with moon, the stars and the sun...
ILy

skinnylittlesister said...

ps-my phone was out of commission, but she's back up now...JSYKILYSVFM

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Yep, we do take it all with us!

singleton said...

Skinny...I think we should run away every single chance we get! Stuff a little peace~love bagpack and hit the road. It's good for the spirit, the soul, and God knows, it's good for storytellin'! ILYSVVFM!

Saintly...Right? And why? We're running away! Peace!

Sandy Kessler said...

omg isn't that the truth the simplicity of being young?do you hear from Eric ? missing his verse..sandy

singleton said...

Sandy....it's so important, and how or when we gave into Big People Life, I don't know:) It's like wearing a coat with a thousand pockets stuffed to the brim...with faded old memories, ticket stubs, unpaid bills, wadded up reciepts of yesterday, needles and things that poke you in the dark! I so have to return to the days of just "going"! And leavin' it all behind:)

And no, haven't heard from Eric in a long, long time....I'm sure his words are missed by most of us here in blogland....