I got to talking to a friend about old games and toys that we used to play with, especially how good the cartoons were back then: Duck Tales, Chip 'n Dale Rescue Rangers, Darkwing Duck, Rocko's Modern Life, etc. (I might not stop if I continue)
I'm older and wiser, at least I hope I am, but in all honesty I still feel the same way I did back then. It's all just merely locked and stored away, to better conform with how I'm supposed to act and be in our society.
It probably shows in my writing and storytelling that I have yet to properly grow up, and I will, in time. For now, I still feel like playing with my childhood, and letting it take the wheel when it comes to my writing.
*Edit: Adding pictures to old posts.
*Picture is originally from http://www.tralalakids.com/osc/catalog/index.php?cPath=22_40
09/17/2013 (Tuesday)- Locked and Stored
Away
I placed my
childhood in a chest of blue and gold, locked and stored away, in time to be
forgotten. Old toys never to be played
with, old dolls who were more family than friends.
Memories locked
away.
In dreams, they
would come and we would play once more.
Our playtime and imaginings, just temporarily postponed by the necessity
of… “growing up.”
Time stored
away.
Gnarled,
liver-spotted hands fumble turning the key of an aged blue-faded, gold-peeling
chest. I don’t recognize these hands, but I remember… I remember what I locked away…
… Old dolls and
toys.
A childhood in stasis.
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