Did you ever play “What If?” I did.
My friends and me sat around in the ripping hot sun, pulling blades of grass, blowing out dried dandelions and chucking rocks into the clear creek while contemplating guileless scenarios;
“What if we snuck out at three in the morning and jogged to 7-Eleven? Ah ha ha”, we’d snicker. “That’d be sooo cool.”
Kids are a force to be reckoned with. My daughter reminds me of that consistently. She’s a bona fide combo of her Dad’s entrepreneurial spirit and my crafty, creative quirks. Not a day goes by where she hasn’t got a moneymaking question, a business idea or a project on the go. We sometimes joke that she was born to the wrong parents. She exhausts us.
But, being a kid, she does not possess that limiting quality; you know, the chastising one that imposes restrictions and crushes dreams; it says cruelly; “You can’t do that. Don’t be ridiculous!”
And it’s because of that, kids have no fear. They aren’t afraid to take the “What If” game a step further. In fact, if so inclined, they can knock it right out of the park:
“Yeah, so we jog to 7-Eleven and we’re freezing so we decide to hang out inside and get warm.” I suggest.
“And then, like, the manager gets mad and makes us work.” Suzie chimes in.
“Yeah, so he thinks he’s punishing us, but we actually like it, so we like, start working there for real and we never go back home.” Lisa adds.
“And our parents are searching for us and everything, but we, like, just start living at the 7-11 manager’s house and just, like, become a part of his family!” Kate exclaims, quite pleased with herself.
“Truly awesome”, Jack sighs. “But I’d sure miss my dog.”
“Don’t worry,” I console him. “I’m sure the manager will buy you a new one.”
Free of inhibitions and limitations, kids just throw it down. And because they’re all on the same page, they are confident peers won’t deem their contributions unreasonable.
I’ve previously pondered the idea that impossible can be transformed to plausible provided it’s crafted with care. I stand by that notion but need to supplement;
Hold tightly the compassionate ignorance of youth and once in while, dare to play “What If.”
Hopefully Ava did get the right mom and dad after all.
Hazy Shades of Me 