That place has real magic
Here’s a conversation I recently had with an 8-year old (my part of the conversation is in black):
–Guess what!? I got this jacket (pointing with both index fingers) from Italy. Venice, Italy.
That is a really cool jacket.
–Oh, [jubilantly pulling his tightened fists in] I love Italy!
[There’s a short pause–he shakes his head ever-so-slightly–and then points upward outward with his right index finger.]
–That place has real magic.
What do you mean?
–Italy has real magic.
[There’s another short pause.]
–I found two pennies there and they. turned. into. two dollars. I bought Oreo cookies at the airport.
That does sound like a magical place.
–It is.
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That little snippet of a conversation is delightful for a couple of reasons.
1–I already admire his parents immensely. To hear this sweet story about magic through his eyes? I admire them all the more.
2–This magical circumstance was shared with such a sincere feeling of awe–nothing contrived about it. It was real and true wonder–the kind that very often dissipates with each birthday.
Wonder is a most excellent thing.
A most excellent thing.
This place has real magic, too.
I love Lagoon. (That may surprise a couple of you. Maybe all of you. ~smile~)
Frightmares (the Lagoon way of extending the business season–wahoo!) is more disconcerting than delightful–in fact I leave the park before the ghosts and ghouls show up. Generally I leave the park before the ghosts and ghouls show up. My proximal area of comfort is NOT zoned for anyone who looks frightening–especially someone with a mask on. Specifically someone with a mask on who’s wielding a chainsaw.
No.
Don’t even try to tell me it’s all pretend–OR–that of course they won’t really sever your leg especially in front of small children and really old people.
I don’t care that there are no chainsaw chains. Oh no. The sound–the SOUND–of the chainsaw (particularly in the absence of any trees to fell) indicates no good thing.
Wait for it–wait for it.
I actually stayed for Frightmares last night–the ‘still-well-lit’ portion of Frightmares–and here’s proof.
4 COMMENTS
DebbieD
12 years agoToday I had a Walk- Rock- Frock-etc… -tober marathon and have smiled so much that my cheeks hurt. Thanks for sharing so much happiness with all FOUR of us. Actually, I am convinced that there are way more than three people who read this delightful blog! They just aren’t all as lucky as me, because I get to see your loveliness in person…
Teresa Jones
12 years agoComments are like little presents. Awesome little presents. Thank you!
Charli
12 years agoAlice and I watched the Dr. Suess cartoon yesterday morning when she decided 5am was a good time to start our day. As I had hoped, she sat cuddled perfectly still (except when she needed to touch the cat in the hat on the screen)on my lap and watched every minute. She loved it. Thanks for sharing.
Teresa Jones
12 years agoI love that she loved it. You’re welcome.