(A post dedicated to CNN. I'm quitting you. You're more depressing than watching "Pimp My Ride" on the day your car dies.)
I remember running around my Grandparents' yard with my cousin. I was eight or nine. She was eleven. We ate chives and raspberries plucked from the garden out back and pretended we were Indians. We chased each other in dizzying circles, ripping dandelions from the ground. The sticky flower juices flowed over our fingers like glue. We'd hold the flower heads up to our chins. If it turned your skin yellow, you liked butter. No one ever explained how that was relevant. But we all knew it was true.
Sometimes the flowers would end up in garlands or crowns, weaved together in messy ropes. Most times they'd meet their end by decapitation, a game that left us in a fit of wicked giggles. "Momma had a baby and its head popped off!" Popped off. Who teaches an eight year old that? It was probably the same person who taught me the "Ms. Suzy" songs. "Ms. Suzy had a steamboat. The steamboat had a bell. The steamboat went to heaven. Ms. Suzy went to HELL-o operator. Please give me number nine. And if you disconnect me, I'll kick your fat behind..." My Grandma (a psychologist) was convinced my Father had created those songs as a way of getting back at my Mother.
I remember the childhood feeling of being taken care of. Back in the day when my Mother's leg was a shield for all disasters, I knew no fear too great for her to handle. The world was a safe place to be. Babies heads didn't really come off. Believing in something was all it took to make it happen. The key to saving the Earth was recycling. War was something that happened a long long time ago. Love was always enough. Money came in abundance to those who truly needed it. Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy visited ALL children, not just the ones who could afford them.
And then I grew up...
Somedays I imagine we're all dandelions.
A bunch of flowers in God's hands.
Waiting for that moment we lose our heads.
Tomorrow: Weekend Recap, WWC pictures, and catching up on comments/blogs... A much happier and uplifting post!