When I was little ….
I read books. I got lost in a world between the pages.
I loved making a notebook and borrowing the stub of a pencil from Papa’s pocket and jumping on my bike and issuing tickets. I was the Police Chief. Yes ….
We played outdoors. Making things: elaborate snow tunnels and houses in the “little woods.” We made tents all summer.
It was making that was fun.
And then there was the graveyard. I found a dead caterpillar and mom gave us a Eddy matchbox, the perfect coffin. We dug the hole and made the cross and marked the place. It was fun.
I killed another one so we could do it again.
On the third body mom caught on to the extraordinary need for coffins. It is perhaps fortunate I turned to ministry not murder for a life path.
So I wonder, what play absorbed you as a child?