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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Magic in the Mind of a Child


I am lucky enough to have, not just one, but two brothers.  I am the oldest and they never let me forget it!  My brother, Earl, is 16 months younger than me and Mert is 6 years younger, so Earl and I still call him our baby brother.  I have such wonderful memories of growing up with those two I could fill a large volume!  Earl and I used to tie towels around our necks and try to fly.  We really got in trouble for climbing on top of the chicken house and "flying" off.  I remember how I would try to hypnotize my brother by slowly swaying an object in front of him and how he would stare straight at it and act as if he really was in a trance.  I was so proud!  Here I was an accomplished hypnotist at the age of 7!  

We firmly believed in the existence of fairies.  Nothing could convince us fairies were make believe. We had even seen pictures of them and knew for a fact they lived under toadstools and only came out at night.  Many hours were spent on our front porch and on our knees in the yard looking and waiting for the fairies to come out, dancing in rings around our yard.  We searched under every toadstool, confident that the tiny creatures would be under the very next one!  I could hardly wait to hold one gently in my hand.  Relentlessly we searched every nook and cranny of our yard, determined to find those magical little people with wings.  I honestly don't remember how old I was when I realized fairies lived only in the minds of little children who listened in awe, as the tales were read to them.  

I believe there is a moral here, for there are people who spend a lifetime looking for something that they will never find,  for what they search for is not found on the outside, but in our own hearts and minds.

Be sweet

8 comments:

Lilly's Life said...

That was a great post wth a wonderful lesson for us all. Thank you.

The Retired One said...

Two brothers? Wow! I have one older brother, and that was fun too. Of course he tortured me once by holding me down and painting my nose with orange marker, but those are memories you keep forever, right?
Nice post!

maryt/theteach said...

Hi Polly, thanks for visiting my photo of the sky! And thanks for the compliment! I have one brother who is younger than me... :)

Glynis said...

Oh Polly you portray your life so beautifully. I giggled at this, tying it in with your mother's china story it is building into a book of your life, I love it! I have a younger brother and he went through a lot with me as big sis...but he deserved it...honest ;0

MommaYoung said...

That is a beautiful post. Thank you.

Melissa said...

Polly-
just wanted to let you know that because I enjoy your blog, I awarded you the Noblesse Oblige Award. Congratulations!!!Pick it up at www.realparenting4realkids.com

Sara said...

I loved you wonderful story! You are such a great writer and now how to get at my heart! It made me remember my childhood with my two brothers! Thanks Polly

Loree said...

Great post, as usual. I love the little insights into your childhood.