Alive — Childhood

ChildhoodWhat generated a sense of excitement in your childhood?  Well, there was the belief in Bigfoot.  You used to go on those excursions with your friend in the woods behind the neighborhood searching for the beast.  There was also the belief in Santa Clause and the reindeer…the Tooth Fairy…the Easter bunny…the Great Pumpkin.  Too bad these all turned out to be a bunch of lies.  Why do parents need to make up lies and fairy tales?  Is it because the reality and truth of human momentum is devoid of excitement?  Is adulthood really that bad…forcing us to make-believe with our children?  Perhaps…instead of lies…we could talk about some real significant humans and human achievement and celebrate that…or…there is an abundance of beauty and mystery to celebrate in the inhuman sphere.

Approaching stoermThere were lots of real adventures that got the heart pumping.  Those secret missions at night, once the parents were asleep…sneaking out to egg and toilet paper neighborhood homes.  Remember that time you and xxxxxxx poured gasoline on the neighbor’s firewood pile, set it aflame, and then proceeded to be firemen putting out the blaze?  Remember how fast your heart was pumping when the cops rolled into your driveway?  The approaching storms were invigorating.  You would watch them approaching from the front porch…the lightening…the thunder…the swirling dark clouds…the tornado warnings.  Remember when your brothers used to make you punch some random kid so they could watch a fight?  How mean.  But, it did get your adrenaline flowing,,,right?

Lightning bugsMan, all the fun and enjoyment you had outdoors.  Remember catching fire flies in your hands on a warm summer night?  Remember building snowmen, snow forts, throwing snowballs at moving cars and running as fast as you could when they slammed on the brakes?  All those games…kick the can…tag…war…bikes…big wheels…tackle football in the snow…playing for hours outside until dusk…when mom blew the whistle three times to let us know it was time for dinner.  Remember the public swimming pool…when we would pick a corner in the deep end and as a group jump in with cannon ball form…blowing away all the would be swimmers…the corner would be ours.  We called it…the Bermuda Triangle…lmao.

Norwegian elkhoundThere were more memories of feeling excitement and being alive.  Remember that trip to the Cayman Islands?  You went skinny dipping with your brothers at night during a full moon.  That beautiful water, light but dark…swimming in terror and excitement.  Remember the horror movies, the haunted houses, the damn scary pirate mask that your brothers terrorized you with…the vivid nightmares?  Remember that one night…when you thought about being dead forever…and you almost grasped what that meant?  The fall…the leaves changing…jumping in piles of colorful leaves.  And King, the family dog…a real dog…Norwegian elkhound…such a spirit…always finding ways to escape and roam free for days.

These are the broad memories of your childhood…the important ones…when you felt excitement…when you felt alive.  I find it very interesting and telling…that the majority of this excitement was outside…not indoors.  Indoors was the place to eat and sleep and get warm.  Other than that…the indoors was simply a means to prepare to go outdoors…and live.  There was also a little bit of trouble…mischievousness…freedom to roam…and some disappointment in the adults or culture…the lies…the fairy tales…the cover-up…the misdirected celebrations.  But all in all, it was a good lively childhood…mainly spent outdoors…or so that is…all that I remember.

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26 thoughts on “Alive — Childhood

  1. The world seems to be changing. All the fun we had outdoors have become tales for the generations after us. It was really a lively childhood and I hope we would have some fun left to handover to the generations after us.
    Lovely post, Tincup! 🙂

  2. Haha, I’ve had dreams about Bigfoot, Santa Claus (he was a warthog), the Tooth Fairy, and well, who’s to say whether it was the Great Pumpkin or it wasn’t?

    Technically, parents didn’t really make any of those up, they just perpetuated the lie or whatever. I kind of prefer “fiction”. Regardless of what you call it, the reason for it is because imagination is an important part of the reality and truth of human momentum.

    It’s the imagination inspired in us as children that exercises the mind to see beyond what the world presents us and invent wonderful adventures such as the ones you’ve shared here. If the imagination was limited to being taught only things that had really happened, it’s likely nothing ever would have.

    Some of the real life adventures aren’t so much fun to tell. I was the one whose house was egged. Daddy blamed my friends, and I spent all day on a ladder in the summer heat cleaning it off. Then I was on restriction for a week because some of the paint came off. Not so um… sorry I have to… egg-citing.

    The indoor experiences didn’t just bring tales of Santa and the Easter Bunny. They brought education. They brought the philosophy you love. They brought the moments of reflection on this blog. The walks through the museums of art; the sex that brought children; the dreams in your sleep; all happened indoors. It’s a beautiful mixture that made up your life.

    And of course, these are awesome memories that were fun to read! Thanks so much for sharing them, Tinc!

    • Hi Anne…thanks for the thoughtful comment. Sorry your house got egged…I didn’t do it 🙂

      I understand what you are saying about imagination…and about some of the good activities that occur indoors…and I will get to the indoors in later posts. I am a little under the weather so not going to address the stories I called lies right now…will do so when I am not tired and sick…but thanks for stopping in.

  3. I’m with Anne – the “lies” are really stories and the stories evoked imagination and the imagination gave me my art. I don’t want to live in a world without stories…

    • Nothing wrong with stories and fiction and imagination…these are forms of art…but perhaps we can make it clear to the young that it’s nature is fantasy…not truth or reality. This is just my position on it…of course I prefer nonfiction…so I am biased

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      • The whole purpose of fantasy is to believe in it! It’s so one day we can achieve all that is possible. Would you tell Jules Verne that his dream of reaching the moon was lie? Perhaps you would be Bart Sibrel and try to tell us it never came true.

        What you prefer… is daring to believe only in the fiction that others already dared to believe in for you.

        Yet you write fiction.

        You write of utopia. Believe in the fiction you write, Tinc! Write it with love or don’t write it at all! Be Jules Verne or admit you are not. Write it with conviction! Write it with the belief that if you write it well enough… it can come true! You can lead us to Utopia!!

        At least write it with the belief that I care what you wrote.

        I do. ♥

      • Here’s the real point. There’s enough myth and mystery in reality without needing to embellish it with fictions and lies. For instance, the actual truth about the person of Jesus is far more interesting and inspiring than the fairytale of Jesus Christ that has been foisted onto that truth so as to make it more accessible to the masses and their blighted imaginations. We don’t need “fantasy” and blind faith in it to achieve the highest ideals–we need to mine the poetic mystery of life right out of the depths of reality without flinching or looking elsewhere for “dreams”. As Nietzsche correctly surmised, “idealism” is for the weak of spirit; for those who “can’t handle reality”, for those who want to “make believe”. The stronger spirit wants to be the dream, not merely dream it or blindly believe in it. To be a being like Jesus or Socrates or Buddha, one has to understand the harsh realities of their existences, not the little nursery stories that are told about them. These lies and fabrications do incalculable harm to attaining to the great heights such human beings achieved, precisely because they turn them into myths that may indeed stimulate the common imagination but also at the same time shut down the avenues that lead to the actuality of those heights realized.

      • I feel I have adequately expressed my discontent with the human momentum and that I have adequately expressed some ideas for a utopian solution…and for now…I am looking for a way to move on so I can find ways to feel Alive once again…here and there…as opposed to one who feels like the walking dead. Fiction and imagination doesn’t appeal to me right now…nature and the universe provide a source of inspiration for me…a few people…and then I prefer not to look at people and what they are doing.

  4. Thank you for sharing your memories of your childhood.
    I hope that my recreational sculptures for exterior environements awaken that certain experiences, senses of adventure beyond the practical realities leaving room for the imagination, dreams and stimulating creativity. The dream of an Irrealistic dynamic and enchanting spiral.
    See more what i meen on http://www.artotec.org and http://www.iriarte.info
    Best regards et à bientôt Frédéric Iriarte, plastician artist

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  6. Nicely written nostalgic post that of course got me thinking of my “remember when”-s. Instead of being glued to videogames or iPads like children of today, I remember being outside playing with my brothers a lot. The only time I would be like the children of today obsessed with their electronics, was to read a good book from the time I arrived home from school to when the sunlight left the window and my father always reminding me to turn on the lamp behind me when reading.

    • Hi Frances. What did you and your brothers used to do outside…what kinds of games? I wish I had read more books at that age…and thank your dad…he saved your eye-sight 🙂

      • The typical hide – and – seek, riding skateboards, biking, basketball, volleyball, hitting the ball against the garage door, hiking up our backyard slope pretending we were climbing a mountain, chasing the dog back and forth in the backyard, throwing water balloons at each other, and many more. As for the reading books in the dark, well even though my doting father always reminded me to turn on the lamp, I still have really bad eyesight. If don’t wear my eyeglasses or contacts, my nose needs to be touching the computer screen in order to see the text or image. Oh well! … I really did enjoy my childhood adventures outside … and inside when reading my books.

      • LOL..wear your glasses! Your going to get radiation poison 🙂

        Nice list you have there…lol…hitting ball against the garage door…bet the parents loved that one. Too bad we didn’t keep journals as kids…memories are faint…

  7. Oh yes, lots of fun outdoors! Running around at night, knocking at people’s doors and windows then taking off before they get to the door, running out to catch grasshoppers by the street lights at night even when we were strictly forbidden to do so. I remember the naughty fun. We had playmates, lots of them. And not simply followers on twitter and instagram and hours of on-screen time. Versions of hide & seek and dodge-ball with about 20 other kids. Real fun! The whole neighbourhood played together, kids were fit and jolly. Well, most of them.

    Sigh. This post made me smile lots. Beautiful just. Looks like you had lots of fun growing up.

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