Imagination Wins!

The writing prompt for today is to tell what your favorite book was as a child.  I have a serious confession to make:  I hated to read when I was a child.  Oooh!  What a horrible thing for an English teacher to admit, but there it is.  The truth is out!  I was way too busy with my own imagination when I was young to take the time to read someone else’s imagination.  I was either killing Indians or killing cowboys whichever one caught my fancy that day.  I was busy making guns out of sticks and sling shots out of rubber bands.  I had mud pies to bake and pomegranates to pick and eat.  I was too busy running through the pasture behind our house looking for robbers, or I, myself, was escaping the hands of the law!  If those things didn’t interest me then I would put on my roller skates and round up the neighbors for a good game of roller derby or kick the can.  Only one thing was certain.  By the end of the day, I would come in with blood dripping from somewhere, bruises all over, and a huge smile on my face!

I feel sorry for the children who didn’t grow up in the 60’s and 70’s.  I think that was a time of true freedom in America.  We weren’t slaves to television or video games or computers.  We didn’t live in a fast-paced world.  Most of our mother’s stayed home and tended to the children.  My mother worked as a bookkeeper for my dad, but she did that from home.  Because of that, she was more than happy to shoo me out of the house to run and play.  It was a great time to be a kid!