I was reading another blog yesterday – I will get the proper address to give it due respect, but it the meantime I wanted to share the lovely memories it brought forward. I am the youngest of 5 children -there is 8 years difference between me and my next sibling. Not unusual. My parents were born in 1919 and 1920. But the cool part? My brother worked at a hardware store. What did he bring home? – or I credit it to him – I was 4 or 6 – he brought home freezer boxes, fridge boxes, stove boxes -and he or my dad set them up in our basement and made houses out of them for me and my friends to play in. How awesome is that? I was fortunate to have a basement to play in – I know this. We cut windows – (or maybe my dad did) and doors, and used crayons to decorate. I also had some dolls. I remember this time in my life with great joy. Spring, summer, winter, fall. There were no worries. Just enjoying life in the moment. So, naturally, I am thinking, okay, within the boundaries of adult life this is still possible right? Live life in the moment. Play is so important, even as adults I think. Balance. We do it so naturally when we are kids. Somewhere along the line I lost it. So, as part of this mature woman over 50 I am re-evaluating and re grounding myself, so why not start off with the wonderful memories of when I was a child? Our basement was my play world. I had old school desks down there as well. Not sure where they came from. As an adult, I did home day care when my two children were little. Where did I set it up? Right – in our basement. and what did I have down there? Well, in today’s world you can’t just go get a freezer box – but Sears sold a cardboard playhouse complete with windows and doors. Yep, I bought it, and the kids had a blast. An indoor tree house in the winter. For those days when it is too cold to go outside and play. The blog I read that inspired my thought for the day: http://anupturnedsoul.wordpress.com/2013/03/31/once-upon-a-time-in-a-land-far-away/
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