March 17, 2020 2 min read
Itchy face, itchy face I'm not touching you
Itchy face, itchy face it's not your fault...
I spent the day with my ten-year-old son.
No Sixers, Flyers, Phillies, or Eagles.
We went on a mini-adventure.
Explorers of a new world.
Visitors from a galaxy far, far away.
Bran Solo and Chewbaccadad.
What did you like when you were ten?
I liked Star Wars (obviously), comic books, drawing cartoons, and making cassette tape radio shows.
Josh and I would have "funny contests."
Whoever could make his sister Sherri laugh faster won.
Todd and I would be private investigators, "Slick and Jones."
We'd look for pretend bad guys around the neighborhood.
Marc and I would make fake soap operas.
Commercial parodies and all.
Kevin and I would create ridiculous disco routines to the best of the Bee Gees.
Jon and I had a British pop group called The Killas.
Complete with two-part harmonies.
Brian, Frank, Todd and I made a movie about our evil bleach-blonde gym teacher.
He was out to get us.
What did you do to explore your ten-year-old world?
What was your "funny contest?"
My son brought out the best in me today.
We walked the dogs.
Like Bran and Chewdaddy from another planet.
We drew a funny cartoon character together.
We explored our minds and souls.
Interviewed each other about what we like(d) as ten-year-olds.
Saw who could make Mom laugh faster.
It’s never too late.
Do your "loved it when I was ten" activity today.
What else do you have to do?
Force yourself if you have to.
You will soon be that free-flowing ten-year-old creator.
You always were.
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