Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Childhood Closet

(I've been absent for a little bit, as I've been doing more personal journaling and creative writing exercises, but I want to share bits and pieces of what I write.)  

Here's one:

Our closet’s horrible creak was worth it.  The door would open to shelves full of our most prized toys.  Deep shelves would reveal treasures and we would revel in play.  

My brother and I were bound together in our delicious imaginations and adventures.  We became more than brothers, we became copilots, coexplorers and confidants.  Laughter and jokes as we dug into the shelves.  Action figures spilling out with weapons tiny weapons falling in cracks.  

What lies in those shelves still?  My mind is awash in the mystery of those deep shelves and the joys they held for us.   Remote control cars and model airplanes.  Home made rockets and stuffed animals.  

The door slid shut for inspection, only to be opened again for adventure.  Heart beat rising in anticipation of adventure.  It was our Narnian wardrobe to new worlds.  Through toys we lived lives we couldn’t.   We expected and reveled in our futures.  All the while knowing we were in the fortress of room, of house, surrounded by love.  

Those shelves had to be deep.  They contained more than dreams, containing hopes, and great passions.  Old projects left to fall apart were drawn out again with joy.  Always discovery and rediscovery, this was a joyous closet.  

Reaching back one might find amongst airplane models, dust bunnies, loose change and what-it toys that lit the brain with new possibilities, new places or fond forgotten joys ready to be re-explored.   My brother’s projects could be found here, making it a place where I could see and find his creativity.  

Slight guilt at looking through his stuff, but excitement at what toys of mine may resurface.  Chewbacca’s belt and !AHAH! all of our action figures weapons, stockpiled for a war-time need.  That’s where they’ve been!  The screech of that closet is unforgettable.  

Also it almost always came off the runners.  Its doors swung, and were made of cheap metal, but inside it was full of goodness.