After thinking about how far off topic my mind had been getting to then completely going off my rocker in reaction to an unfolding of events, I realized I had never actually finished my thoughts on being a "Little One" in a place that seemed so huge. Growing up in a light blue house with what seemed like the great open fields of Switzerland... Yes you can totally sing "The hills are a live", if that helps you put in a better picture of how I felt being 3'3and 1/4". Running around in a blue bathing suite with awesome multi-color buttons down the front in the summer climbing on everything I could reach. In the winter I can remember sledding and sweating trying to get up what were massive mounds and drifts. Being thrown off to be pinned by snow leaving me breathless yet content. I can also recall a trip to the emergency room where I had my little face x-rayed because the glorious feeling of thinking I was a penguin and then tripping and loosing my other front tooth from face meeting an ice puddle while gliding along.
Would you believe that after that I didn't have two front teeth for 4 years...4 years! I have 4 school pictures, one with an awesome pink turtle neck where I didn't have my corn chompers. Yeah imagine that awesome face digging into an ear without the those two crucial components.
In my white red and green flannel night gown (yes, super stylish and crazy comfortable with a great bow.)with a muffle and a whistle of a song at the top of my little lungs singing "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth"...4 years.
and just like that I can recall fast forwarding to the days of wandering into the coolest natural store in the mall being mesmerized by all the little awesome trinkets and toys. Rain sticks, goo in a cup, crazy glasses, optical illusions and edible bubbles, Grape flavor, they were pretty stellar. We always looked but never actually purchased. That place was so neat!
Living in that sky blue house wracking leaves and jumping in them. Climbing to the very top of the orange, yellow and brown mountain. My knight in shinning armor giving me a boost into the heart of the cave, where I found Peter, the greatest dog, my favorite miniature companion.
October skys with pumpkin leaf bags looking at us as we look out the kitchen windows in the distance while I am standing on a chair with a floral seat cover scooping goo out of the brain of a brilliantly large pumpkin.
Hey why do pumpkins always have such silly smiles on their faces?...You'd have a goofy smile too if someone scooped your brains out!"
Lighting them and heading out for the 4th year in a row of being a Big bird or a Vampire or a Ninja. Stealing my brothers candy because he always had better stuff then me. Why does that always seem to be the case? Brothers always seem to have the cool stuff. An abundance of Peanut butter cups. So unfair.
Climbing gracefully (in my head) to grab the key on top of the massive cupboard that my mom keeps all her trinkets on that I continue to fall into a deep interest with. Pulling out my uncles extremely old glasses out of the very small very old very authentic vintage dark brown leather case with a snap. Putting them on and pretending I was some ticket clerk selling movie tickets on a oriental rug, in my cardboard box. Along with many other characters I recall. A news anchor, Huckleberry Finn, a paper boy, Peter Pan...I was a huge Tom boy... is it obvious or is it just me?
My best childhood friend, Marian, and I would go off and climb trees, build forts for hours and build rafts. Hike for what seemed like forever but never completely out of ear shot for late afternoon snacks.
So many places have been explored and so many dreams have been made. So many ambitions and so many desires to be someone. To create, embark and adventure. These stories could easily continue into the tiny hours of the morning, However I think I will save more of these wandering memories for another time.
I have always admired people. Characters, both real and imaginary. I enjoy the thought of taking a piece of them and taking it with me. To bring them with me and show others through my own interpretation, my own memory of how great amazing influences can be. Each of these Characters or influences are why I am the way that I am. Why I act the way that I do and why I continue to grow and adapt. At times I wonder if it is a good thing or something to not be so proud of because It's not entirely me. But who am I? How can you be completely you with out really taking form of someone else or taking bits of many and creating your own out of it?
In this current whirlwind of seasons I find that one of my influences I strive above anyone else to be like. My man Jesus. If there's anything that I would want to be like it's him. Selfless and real. learning him and all that surround him better to create an impact so large at times it is mentally unbearable because it is just so amazing. Serving through Him and my Father so far have been great "carry-ons" of an impression I want to leave.
I am excited to venture more and get my hands dirty, get my knees muddy while listening and learning more about this amazing influence and relationship I am building.
To explore the very depths of his resurrection...
...Goosebumps are the norm these days.
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