And here is the interesting story that came to my mind when I read it. My answer to Joe's question - "Who are you writing for?" - was the same answer it's been for a while now. I write first for my granddaughters. They are too young to read much of this now, but someday - perhaps about the time I've honed my skills enough to compile the bits and pieces of my life and my reflections into some sort of cohesive whole! - they just might. A funny - as in funny-peculiar, not so much funny-ha-ha - memory is what came out my fingertips during this 15 minute trip to the past. Maybe someone out there can relate to this hyper-imaginative child?
The shadows were deep in this place, sunlight flickering down between branches and leaves. I noticed the interesting way those flickers made our faces look different than usual,
creating creases and shadows, shades of color we'd never exhibited at home. It was fascinating and a little bit frightening, too.
We lived in the San Fernando Valley, in a 'new' housing development. We had no trees to speak of, nothing with big, leafy branches stretching high and wide. So my usual landscape looked open, almost flat. I loved the way the shady side of the house nourished calla lilies and small ferns, but there was nothing on my street to match the size and spread of these trees, nothing to create such enchanting shadow play.
My brother and I found a small bench in the curve of a pathway, and behind the bench was a small open space where we could sit on the ground, luxuriating beneath those big, cool trees. We climbed back there and enjoyed ourselves, imagining a tiny world of elves and fairies all around us. My parents decided to keep exploring the park and told us to stay where we were while they continued to walk. We blithely agreed and returned to our imaginative games. I remember watching them turn the bend up ahead, disappearing from our line of vision.
We enjoyed our woodland hideaway for quite a while - until my brother got bored with the whole elf and fairy idea and began to beat the bushes, hunting wild game! I tried to maintain my beautiful tiny world, but found it much harder to do without someone else's imagination to bolster my own. And I began to feel just the slightest twinge of anxiety about the truth that I did not know where my parents were.
That was a new feeling for me. I ALWAYS knew where they were. Daddy went to work, Mommy stayed at home with Tom and with me. She took us to the store sometimes, she walked us over to our cousins' house, she had coffee with a neighbor and we went along. We weren't left alone very often, that's for sure.
So as I waited in the woods, I found my heart beating a little bit faster than usual. And my imagination kicking into overdrive. "Where are they?" I wondered. "Maybe they've been kidnapped!" "Maybe they're never coming back!"
After about five minutes of that kind of thinking, I was good and truly scared. Then, just out of the corner of my eye, I saw them, turning on the pathway just up the hill from us! They were coming around a bend and they were deeply engrossed in conversation. Such relief! It flooded over me in waves.
For about one minute.
Then another whole set of questions began tumbling around in my head:
"Well, it looks like Mommy and Daddy, but can I be sure it's really them?"
"What if someone came from outer space and sucked them out of their bodies and replaced them with someone I don't know?"
"What if ...?"
"What if...?
And you want to know the really weird part? I kept wondering about that for years and years.
In fact, sometimes I still think it might have happened.
Putting this one into the mix over at L.L's place, and Laura's, too. Somehow it seems to fit both of their invitations this week:
