Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Make Sure You Act Like a Kid Sometimes
As I was taking an early afternoon nap on the sofa I saw the blinds being closed on the floor to ceiling window adjacent to me, blocking out the late afternoon sun.
“Why did you do that”? I said groggily.
“The peeping Toms are back” was the answer.
I was being protected.
And who were these Peeping Toms that spent their afternoon taking pictures of me through a window?
Two Thirteen-Year-Old boys. Two young boys who take pictures of the apartment as well as heckle girls down on the street while humping the air. Classy. It is hard to believe such young kids can be so perverted. What happened to the days when young boys spent their time with legos and star wars figures? These kids spend their days dry humping a balcony gate while invading others' private time.
On Sunday, during the day, before our evening concert, the day was spent at Sea World.
I got to see Shamu and the Polar Bears. I got to feed the dolphins and get wet on water rides. I felt like a kid again.
Marine animals are another thing I am obsessed with (take a look at my 100 things post and you will see one number about Orcas).
As I watched these animals I loved and adored I got to thinking about my own childhood.
I was one of the lucky children. I had a childhood filled with hope and beauty and love. I got to have my innocence for as long as possible and now, as an adult, I cherish spending days reliving that childhood where everything seemed magnificent.
As the day came to an end, and we walked out of the park carrying multiple bags full of goodies I got to thinking about my peeping toms.
I was not angry or upset. I just felt sorry for them. Because, where is their childhood?
When they are all grown up with women problems are they going to look back at their childhood and love every memory of it? Or will they be in therapy discussing how their women troubles began when they were young boys who took pictures of women while they slept?
I know I am not a kid anymore. But, it is nice to know if I ever need it...Shamu is just a car ride away.
Posted by Rachel Heather at 12:32 AM