Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Memories Rewind: Wisps turn into Whispers in the Wind

Every yard used to have them. They were a nuisance to the ones that were in charge of cutting the grass. I'm talking about dandelions.

One day, a family member showed me something that I've never forgotten. They picked a dandelion from the yard. "Now watch", they said. They blew on it, and I watched with wonder as the white wisps scattered everywhere.

I couldn't wait to do myself. Unlike the person who was with me, I took my time selecting just the right one. I close my eyes, and made a wish. Then, I blew with all my might. The sun was beating down on my back as I squinted to follow the wisps with my eyes. I strained until the last fiber dropped to the ground. The little wisps got carried away by the wind. I was as carefree as the seeds as a child, getting to play "school" whenever I wished with nap time schedule in between. I remember wishing for frivolous things back then. As I watched the dandelion go from a flower to just a green stem, I always believed that my wishes would come true.

I wanted everyone to see my new trick. I bet I picked at least ten dandelions that day. I couldn't help it. I was fascinated with how the delicate little white fibers could be so unusual yet so bad. I'd never seen a flower that would disintegrate in mere seconds with one breath. Rose petals had a bit more substance. It was work to pick those petals off.

Now that I'm older I can' t help but wonder who's yard ended up with several hundred dandelions in their yard all because of me.

Every time I see a white dandelion, I'm reminded of innocence and to never stop dreaming.

What's something that seemed magical to you when you were a child?

Sidenote: I won't be posting as much this week because I'm preparing for finals. I'm prepared for Writer's Alcove this Friday, but I'm waiting on that person to email me.


The Blonde Duck said...

I always liked jumping in mud puddles.