Bold yet Makeshift – Plans Go Awry!
There on the rocky outcropping of the tiny island in the middle of the great waters, the two young ladies sat upon the shore. They had labored long and hard to create the great raft that would carry them to land. To civilization and a new world.
“Are you ready?” asked Carol.
“I’m ready,” declared her determined companion.
Dressed in filthy rags that mere hours ago had been clean, pressed play clothing, they pushed the raft into the waters — when they heard the fateful calling.
“Oh no!” cried Carol. But there was no mistaking it. It was Mom. “It must be lunchtime,” she moaned. “Now we’ll NEVER get it launched.”
Thus the launching of the craft was left for yet one more day. All they could do was hope the water in the deepest puddle in the neighborhood would remain one more day lest they have to add wheels to the … well … whatever it was.
Raft, flotation device, or something else. They had built it from scraps and pieces of old crates. Somehow, it had held together, but they doubted it would hold together very long. Lunch might be too long for all they knew.
But the call had come and they had to go. You had to heed that call or dreadful things might happen. Dreadful things that might last well into the dark of evening!
And so homeward they trudged. Another hard day’s work lost to the calling of home. Their bold yet makeshift traveling device set aside for one more day …
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We used to have a really big puddle on one of our streets. Palermo Street. We called it “Lake Palermo.” After a big rain, well, we were sure we could float to another shore on it.
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🙂
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Imagination run wild. Terrific!
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Ah! Those daring constructions of our junior years. Always began with such conviction…
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We tried to dig to Australia one summer. We didn’t make it, but by god, we TRIED.
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And some valuable striving experience to boot 🙂
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I learned that a pickax is not for small children.
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If you lived in Australia you tried to dig to China.
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Did you make it?
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No. Too lazy. 🙂
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Great post. I wonder if it would have floated!
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Briefly but not necessarily with US on it. On the upside, the water wasn’t very deep, either.
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😊
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At that time of life there’s always tomorrow.
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Then, there was the clubhouse …
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🙂
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And summer lasted much longer than it does these days.
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It went on forever….
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I’m intrigued!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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We were very enterprising.
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Seems like! ☺
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The adventures young minds can concoct.
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We did build a clubhouse. A VERY small clubhouse. But WE were very small too. It lasted until it rained. That pretty much finished it.
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Ugh! Moms always ruin everything! 🙂 Loved the post!
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Someone’s mother ALWAYS called someone. it was just life. And you had to go. Our mothers’ had strong lungs.
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I remember! 🙂
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beauty!
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We had fun!
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Afterwards, I thought that what we did at the same time/age…. I was forever digging holes in the grass because I was sure that I could see the little black children waving at me from the ‘other side’ in Africa 🙂
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I think we all tried to get to the “other side” — wherever we thought that might be. We looked at a globe — remember globes? Then we took our little shovels and figure “how far could it be?” and dug. We didn’t make it, but we gave it a good try 😀
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