Maybe It Is the Screaming
On my very routine morning, I am walking my Tiana. There is a preschool/daycare center near where we live. In the distance you can hear the kids long before you see them. My Tiana is one who likes attention and she innocently likes the attention of children. I am on more of a purpose filled journey when I take her out. Do your business so I can do more/other things; that is what I want and expect to happen. Tiana is a Shih Tzu, so it does not quite work like that.
Like many people in my age group quiet is a place/ status I would rather be around. As we walked nearer to the school the loud squealing became louder. I was not disturbed by this. I expected nothing less. Now the children are in plain sight. They are running, jumping, throwing balls, dancing about, and making all kind of noise in the process. Running seems pointless without a sound coming out of their respective mouths. Nothing can operate quietly. Why should it? How would you be able to determine if this activity is fun or not? Do they have the secret to successful movement in their tiny bodies? Can their minds process that which we older folks have forgotten?
I watched them for a few minutes as Tiana silently tried to WILL them closer. I thought and wondered why they don’t lose their voices I knew the generic answer… because they are young and their young bodies have the resilience to withstand what children do. I do not begrudge these children or any child the blessings youth affords one. I still can clearly recall this type of fun. this type of noise and our delight when someone older was annoyed with our doing some of these same things (without them knowing it).
My mind took me to a place not so long ago, a couple of weeks as a matter of fact. My friend and I were visiting a place we thoroughly enjoyed in our youth and thankfully still do. I thought of how we chatted in line waiting our turn. We were full of anticipation, excitement and a little fear. We boarded “Xcelarator“; as it took off, we began screaming to the top of our lungs and for the entirety of the rollercoaster ride we continued screaming. When the ride ended, we were breathless, like we had run a race. I smiled and thought of that experience; perfect, planned out and paid for. Then my mind said these kids have all of that without the worry, concern, and cost. I thought, ” Yeah; Maybe it is the screaming!”
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