The Child In Me Came Out To Play

The Child In Me Came Out To Play

Looking out my window on a snow filled day made me wish I was a child, so I could go out and play. Yes, I longed for years of yesterday, when I played out in the beautiful white fluff called snow.

The more I gazed at the white stuff floating down, the sadder that I felt. It brought memories of not only my younger years, but those times when my children were wee tots. How excited they would be to dress warmly and spend their day outside! How happy I was to watch from the warmth of my kitchen window.!

The more I stared at the heavenly drifts, the more I longed for yesteryear's. The wind had picked up, and was blowing huge flakes to and fro off the trees. They danced merrily to blanket another layer, making the drifts deeper.

Then my mind took a twist, why shouldn't I go outside and play? Oh alright people living near by, or driving down our road, might think it's odd to see a senior citizen out frolicking in the cold white powder. The more I thought of it, the more excited I became.

I dressed up snugly in my warm winter clothing, tied a scarf on my head, boots on my feet, gloves on my hands, and out I went. A gush of wind greeted me, nearly taking my feet out from under me, it left me gasping for my breath, but a strong wind would not dampen my spirit.

"Oh, what should I do first?" I pondered. I knew the minute I uttered the words. I would build a snowman. I made a small ball and kept rolling it until the body was formed. I repeated the same thing over again. This time I didn't make it quite as large as the first one, I placed it on top of the larger one. Next I made a small one for the snowman's head and placed it on top of the last one I had made. I needed to go inside to get a hat, scarf and the other necessary things to finish my project. I rushed inside and made a quick potty stop, and gathered my items. I was so excited I needed to complete this task. Back outside, I gave the snowman a hat on his head, a scarf around it's neck, arms and now it was time to create his face. I used dried prunes for its eyes, raisins for his mouth and finally a carrot for its nose. I placed marbles for buttons and buckled a belt around its waist. Why, this snowman was like a fine sculpture to me: beautiful and finely etched. I stood back and looked with pride at what I had created.

"Now what?" I questioned. Maybe I would make a fort, in one of the deep drifts. I had to make it near my snowman, as I wanted my playground to be in one area. I gathered a light shovel, found the biggest drifts and started digging. I dug and dug and the tunnel in the snow bank was getting deeper and deeper. I was digging a bit slower by now but was not about to be defeated. Either the snow was getting heavier or I was becoming weaker. I needed to take a break. I crawled inside and took a seat in the white powdery stuff. Shutting my eyes I thought back on my youth, and the things that we use to do, then like a flash I had another idea. I had forgotten about making my snow angels. With a new burst of energy I quickly exited the fort.

I found a place that was fairly flat, at the top of our driveway. Quickly I crawled down, laying on my back, I started moving my legs back and forth, first to the right then to the left. Then I did them both ways at the same time. Yeah, I was finally getting the drift of it, but I had forgotten to move my arms in and out to form the wings. I rolled to new spots and started the task of creating my angels. Back and forth my arms and legs went. Over I rolled to a new area, back and forth my arms and legs worked until I had created a number of snow angels. How precious they looked, laying side by side in the white packed snow!

How excited I was! I laid down in the white snow, and viewed my playground. It looked so much better than it had in yesteryear. I started laughing, I was so happy, then I started rolling down the hill in our drive. Over and over I went! Down, down I rolled! The strong wind carried my laughter tossing it to and fro.

Finally, I started to sit up. It was time to go inside. A passing car started to spin out of control, as the driver banged on it's brakes. Out jumped a young man, running toward me "Are you alright? Here let me help you." Reaching down he gently took me by my arms, tenderly he help me stand. My legs felt like jelly, but my mind had found the peace and happiness I longed for. I thanked the young man for his concern, and with twinkling eyes I assured him I was fine. It was just the child in me that came out to play.

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