Memories Rewind: Outdoor Concert
Recess was in full swing. Boys and girls were playing an intense game of hoops, some were playing freeze tag, but I had my own little thing going on. I guess you could even say I had groupies.
I had found my way over to the swings. I loved the feeling of freedom. I grabbed the rusty chains and started pumping. Before I knew it, my friend R had joined me. "Wanna see who can get the closest to touching those tree limbs?" he asked. Sure. That looked so far away to me, but I was willing to try.
By this point, I should have known R was up to something. "Will you sing for me?" he asked ever so sweetly. I guess, was my hesitant reply. "OK, I wanna hear I Believe I can Fly." Whoa now! He had been hashing this brilliant plan of his for awhile, probably during math class I told myself. Never skipping a beat, I was still pumping my legs. "I believe I can fly" I sang softly but loud enough for him to hear. I didn't want the whole class hearing because then I'd be asked to sing every recess.
"I believe I can touch the sky, I think about it every night and day..."
"Wow, you getting close to those limbs M!" I was also running out of breath!
R felt bad for me, so he added his deep baritone voice to my soprano. As I saw the limbs and the bright blue sky getting closer to me, memories of that math class became all but a distant memory. Little did I know, R was going to put his own twist on the song. "I see M running through that open door". "Well, well, well", I thought to myself. R can be nice when he wants. The more we sang, the better it got. We were in a "contest", but we were just having fun.
Those were the days when kids made up their own fun. We used our imaginations to take us to faraway lands or to the tops of trees. *I can't remember who won the "contest", I think we both called truce on that one because I was about to have a date with the Georgia clay. :)
I had found my way over to the swings. I loved the feeling of freedom. I grabbed the rusty chains and started pumping. Before I knew it, my friend R had joined me. "Wanna see who can get the closest to touching those tree limbs?" he asked. Sure. That looked so far away to me, but I was willing to try.
By this point, I should have known R was up to something. "Will you sing for me?" he asked ever so sweetly. I guess, was my hesitant reply. "OK, I wanna hear I Believe I can Fly." Whoa now! He had been hashing this brilliant plan of his for awhile, probably during math class I told myself. Never skipping a beat, I was still pumping my legs. "I believe I can fly" I sang softly but loud enough for him to hear. I didn't want the whole class hearing because then I'd be asked to sing every recess.
"I believe I can touch the sky, I think about it every night and day..."
"Wow, you getting close to those limbs M!" I was also running out of breath!
R felt bad for me, so he added his deep baritone voice to my soprano. As I saw the limbs and the bright blue sky getting closer to me, memories of that math class became all but a distant memory. Little did I know, R was going to put his own twist on the song. "I see M running through that open door". "Well, well, well", I thought to myself. R can be nice when he wants. The more we sang, the better it got. We were in a "contest", but we were just having fun.
Those were the days when kids made up their own fun. We used our imaginations to take us to faraway lands or to the tops of trees. *I can't remember who won the "contest", I think we both called truce on that one because I was about to have a date with the Georgia clay. :)
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