Tuesday, February 26, 2008

kids really use their imaginayshuns!

Yesterday Levi and Lilah came with me to pick up Ezra, and because the weather was so glorious, we decided to hang out on the grounds of the church across the street from school. Lilah stayed close to me, climbing up and down steps, while the boys went off on their own, to be joined, moments later, by another kindergarten boy. For an hour, the three of them explored the area, sneaking along the narrow path between the brick building and the surrounding hedge, running up and down the ramp to the basement, charging across the lawn, jumping off the stone wall--all of it with a sense of incredible urgency.

I wasn't close enough to hear exactly what they were talking about. But there was a lot of "Come on, guys!" and, "This way!" and, "Hurry!" I'm sure there were bad guys involved.

Watching them transform a bunch of buildings and some grass into this magical world, I remembered that there was a hedge bordering our yard in the house where I grew up, and that there was this one bush that created a low canopy I could crawl under. I spent so much time there when I was little, feeling the dried out dirt underneath me, peering out onto our lawn even though nothing was happening, just enjoying the feeling of being hidden in that special space.

It hurt a little, to be so far outside that experience now--that sense of wonder. I wish I could have been truly shocked when Ezra informed me that they found a way to make it all the way around one of the adjoining buildings. I wish I could have had no idea what time it was. I wish I could have looked at the cement walkway and seen a river, teeming with alligators, or a stream of lava, glowing and red-hot.

3 comments:

Edward said...

Thanks for fulfilling yesterday's promise.

kate said...

read this scary article....

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=76838288&sc=emaf
"Creative Play Makes for Kids in Control"

what some people are making play into....

JLH said...

Well, when I was a kid, a girl even, we would stay out until supper or dark, and no one knew where we were. We played in the woods, through the tidal grass, on the gritty beach by the bay, at the boatyard, and we rode our bikes in increasing circles... oh, to think of it! Kate, too, grew up with room for imagination, thank goodness. -- Kate's Mom