By Jeff M
Remember when the simple acting of throwing a rock against another rock could mesmerize you for an hour? My two boys, seen here at an Independence park, illustrated this point perfectly --- as well as the tradition of sibling rivalry and, to be honest, sibling nastiness. In the end, though, the two love each other and protect one another, which is all a father can hope for.
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It's good to see the boys. I haven't seen Noah since Marietta.
I had my kids at a playground just the other day. I think my daughter spent at least 30-minutes throwing rocks up against a wall.
Where do adults lose the fascination in just simple things?
Many adults retain that important component required for a long and interesting life. For me, it was right around my late 20s when the veneer was stripped away and my illusions were laid bare. It's almost as if I stepped through a door and turned to see it closed before I had the chance to step back inside. Maybe it was personal drama, responsibilities, bills, the female sex and their complex mental and physical insanities that did it.
All I know is that once the ability to live and look at the world through the eyes of a child is lost, it's very, very difficult to find that again.
Was just thinking yesterday about how, when I was a kid, I'd lay down in a field of green wheat (waiting to be mown) on a sunny summer day and just watch the clouds drift by. And it made me think about why we stop doing that when we get old. Why?? It's still soothing; it's still mesmerizing; why do we leave it to the children?
I wanted to just get my grandsons and take them to our pasture and say, let's lay down and look at the clouds. I think they would have enjoyed it, but the daily grind got in the way and I never did it....maybe next weekend. **sigh**
Oh, and the grandsons? Take them to a source of water and the first thing they do is pick up stones and start throwing them...it has to be genetic.
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