When I was little I had one of those common music boxes with the pink ballerina on the inside that danced in a circle to the music. Then and there I was fascinated by anything pink and the beauty of dance. While I tried dancing as a kid it didn’t necessarily come naturally and I wasn’t the most graceful of 8 year olds. What hard work I thought it was and yet still I loved the look of it, the feel of it and the synchronization of it all. My pink ballerina danced effortlessly and consistently in circles, very unlike me. I have always dreamed of having little girls so that I might see in their eyes what my mom likely saw in mine. I’m sure there was one object in particular that you fancied as a kid. I bet you’re smiling right now just thinking of it. Whether it was a jar full of marbles or a connector set or dress up clothes, a piece of jewlrey, an electric train or a rocking horse, there was something about it that mesmerized you, something about it that allowed you to lose yourself in it for hours. Part of that is just being a kid and part of that is a spirit of wonderment.
I hope you haven't lost your spirit of wonderment. Sometimes I’ll go places just because the environment unleashes that spirit of wonderment, an opportunity to dream or a flood of childhood memories. And I’m taken back, if only for a second, to my first lifting of the lid on the music box—the first glimpse of the effortlessly dancing pink ballerina.
Write it: Journal about a favorite childhood object or activity and try to find a picture online or in a magazine that could illustrate it. Put it in a scrapbook or on a computer file and share with your kids, grandkids, nieces or nephews.
Do it: Scour flea markets, second-hand stores and antique shops for something you had as a kid and just enjoy the flood of memories it brings back!
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