...I had a lilac house in the place where I grew up. It was just a row of bushes separating our driveway from the neighbor's backyard, but to me it was another world…the world of my imagination. I wore a path through the shrubs creating an entryway, a kitchen and a rear patio. An old saw horse was the kitchen counter where I made pies and cakes with mud and leaves in my toy aluminum pan. After a good summer rain, I could pretend to take a shower by shaking the branches overhead. Those looking out their windows would see a little girl standing in the bushes, perhaps thinking that I was lonely…or weird…but in my lilac house, I was confident and creative, brave and independent and in control…now isn’t that a wonderful place for a little girl to be?
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It sounds like a wonderful place for any kid. I used to have a similar place. I don't remember what kind of bushes they were, but it was nice and dark in there, and it was perfect as a little club house.
ReplyDeleteA lovely entry! We have so many nature deprived kids these days. We should create a "take a kid camping" national holiday so that we don't raise a generation which will care even less about nature...
ReplyDeletethat's a ncie reminder of what it was like when I was a kid. It was all about using your imagination to entertain yourself. It seems to get a little harder to get back to that same frame of mind as life goes on. Nice post.
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