Oh, to really be able to …. Time Warp. Like the Rocky Horror Picture Show… only different. “Let’s do the Time Warp Again…..” I think I would like it. A lot.
I see some old photographs, and it makes me want to fire up the old Time Machine, and give it another go.
Seriously. I look back at these moments, and wonder what kind of a kid I really was. A handful? Easy-peasy? Nice? Cranky? I can only gather circumstantial evidence from these Time Captures.
But one thing I DO see is a direct correlation between the very young me of yesteryear… and the slightly older me here today.
How about this one. I love to drive fast. I did it yesterday, despite my New Year’s intentions. And looking back on this Christmas, I received my first car. Beauty, eh? I remember “driving” that thing around for a long time… way past the time when I could no longer fit in it. But I am pretty sure that is when the seed was planted. That… need for speed.
And, this next one. The dreaded hair dryer. These days I wear my hair pretty dang short. I have for a long time. I think it is a direct result of all those hours under that noisy, hot air blower. I think I must have vowed to my 2-year-old self…. “Never Again Little Missy. Never Again.”
In the next, seemingly, I am making the grand escape from the stroller. I can only surmise that I didn’t like getting pushed around. These days… I still don’t like getting pushed around.
Finally, I write about my constant search for Spiritual Insight. Apparently, this started very early in my life. In this image… I felt the need to crash the Nativity Scene. And it would appear that two of my sisters are in the background chiding me on. Maybe I wanted to have a little talk with the Baby Jesus… or even Mary? Who knows for sure. But I certainly did butt my way in front of The Three Kings. Camels and all.
So, it seems to me, we get our ideas early on in life. Those Mini-Me’s grow up to be the Big Dang Deal. We do the best we can, with what we have. We make our way.
Even if it does look an awful lot like the world through the eyes of a 2-year-old.
“One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.”
― Jiddu Krishnamurti
“With no expectations anything can become.”
― Steven Farmer