This week, while editing (again!) the book I plan to publish, I found myself smiling about my pre-teen years. While the manuscript covers my spiritual discovery and journey, its title, Little Red Wagon, is a metaphor for collecting and honoring our childhood wishes and ambitions. As I retraced chapter after chapter and page after page, I thought about a handful of my favorite inspirations from those early adolescent days.
Licking the electric mixer beaters after my mother whipped up homemade mashed potatoes – Talk about a treat! Better than candy, it was a simple pleasure that made my tastebuds water. (And, kept me quiet for at least five minutes!)
Playing with my Matchbox cars – Hours would go by as I maneuvered my collection of miniature cars in the side yard. I even constructed a drive-in movie theater (two sticks and a sheet of white paper for the screen and smaller sticks for the speaker poles) for the tiny autos!
Receiving free flowers from Mary – How lucky to live next door to Mary’s Flower Shop, where my regular visits at age four were welcomed with loving hugs and free carnations!
Learning how to drive – My late grandfather taught pre-teen me the cardinal driving skills in his Buick. Thank goodness for miles of isolated Alabama country roads and two thick Sears catalogs (for me to sit on to see over the dashboard).
Attending Gingerbread Kindergarten – Mrs. Marsh (see picture below) was my first teacher and ignited my drive for learning and education at an early age. And, the carpool I shared with several other students was a bonus!
What memories and inspirations do you keep in your Little Red Wagon?
Love and light,