Dreaming of life on wheels at a very, very early ave..... also the inner need to find where I belong....and often feeling I belong nowhere....therefore, my imagination kept me fleeing, many things.
I speak of this in the link below.
https://youtu.be/ahbGG0lAzS8
In this link, I was reminiscing how, as a very tiny child, I would grab apes, sandwiches, chocolate milk cartons, ...my little purse and a pet or stuffed animals, then climb into an old car, parked in the cow pasture, overgrown with grass, flat tires and snakes living under the seats.....and setting my few favorite things inside on those old ripped and torn seats, I would close the door......and my imagination would begin.
In little sun dresses, tiny red sneakers and long blonde ponytails and stick arms,
.....my imaginary adventure began.
I would use my imagination to ' ESCAPE ' from my world, as I spent HOURS in that old Hudson, pretending to be on my never-ending drive......
In my mind, gripping that big steering wheel, I would imagine driving farther and farther away.....never wanting to return or look back........never while playing in that car, did I ever pretend to stop for gas, or lose interest.
I remained in that car, my imagination taking me many places.
At this very tiny age, I would pretend to be driving to The Land of Misfit Toys....( from the old ChristmasRudolph favorite ) .....
..... I felt that's where I belonged and wanted to live.
My content, eager and blissful escape would always come to an abrupt, unpleasant halt like a sudden shattering of my Soul, when the frightening , shrill voice would call me out a d screech for me to get inside the house.
I would then need to exit my happy state of mind and again face my incredibly tense reality.
0 Comments