This is a good representation of childhood thoughts. I can remember thinking in a similar fashion when I was very young.
I tip-toed carefully in the dim light. As I looked down at my feet, I noticed the blades of grass coming up around my shoes. I wondered hopelessly if I would ever figure out how to save *them*. I stretched my foot as far as I could reach before gingerly setting it down again, wobbling and almost losing my balance. "Will I ever reach the back porch? What if *they* live there, too?" In my mind's eye, I could just see the scene below me... terrified women and children rushing to move, not knowing which way to go. Men, struggling to save their families, but not having any way to save them, screaming as the huge blackness came down over them, crushing everything below it. I wondered how long it would take the scientists to find microscopes capable of seeing *them*. "What would I do if it ever happened to me? Would I be able to get out of the way in time? Would I even be able to see the edge of the darkness?" Questions swirled through my thoughts, as I slowly picked a new spot for my foot to crush. "Had anyone else ever thought of *them* before? How long would it take before *they* were extinct?" In my 5 year old brain, I knew it wasn't really true. "But, what if...?" I continually asked myself. I was careful to never mention my thoughts to an adult; I knew they would only explain to me that it wasn't possible. Or worse yet, laugh at my ideas. Someday, I was going to get bigger and better microscopes, and prove it to be true. That would be the day the whole world would tip-toe. |
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