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where hobbies, hijinks, and capers go bad = my childhood #2

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another day, another hobby.

in the late 60s

this was a book that i longed to own

i loved to get mail and loved to get free things

what could go wrong?

i used my saved-up coins to send in for the book

and could not wait to begin using it

i read it from cover to cover

marking pages, checking off favorites

 began writing notes, stuffing envelopes, and ordering things

using stamps that i found in a junk drawer

before i knew it i had a small collection of

weird government brochures, lists of tips, tables, charts, and recipes

none of which were really of any use to me

but i didn’t care what any of it was

as long as it came in the mail and it was free

my pile grew and grew

until it didn’t

when once again

i realized that i had no income

had used all of my money to buy the book

and had no way

to buy any more of the stamps

that i needed

to send in my requests

to get free things.

what i really needed were unlimited free books of stamps

and it was on to the next ill-fated hobby for me…

“sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing.” 

-albert einstein

 

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wingspan.

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at the nature center for grandie v’s 6th birthday celebration

the scientist helps us to measure our wingspans

before we take a stroll outside to find this beautiful bird

rescued and healing a broken wing

 whose wingspan we hope will return one day

and we are grateful to have our wings.

“happiness makes up for height for what it lacks in length.”

-robert frost

freedom.

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we came outside today

with

no

mittens

hats

scarves

neckwarmers

or

snowpants.

just

coats

and

boots.

we discovered

that it had

magically turned into spring.

and

when we said

coats weren’t really needed either

there were

shrieks of delight

and a

mad dash

to peel off those coats

at last

to

throw them down

after the long winter

and

to feel a taste of real freedom once again.


i need this wild life, this freedom. – zane grey