Hmmm. What to do?
When I was a kid, I found myself trying to escape the heat, one hot summer day, by looking for something to do in the front yard. The sun was dry, and bouncing off my shoulders, and the day was to the awful point when time, really, really slows down. My brothers, John and Aaron, we're off searching for clues but they hadn't came up with anything. And I didn't have a plan. So at that point, I had no other choice but to wander on.
"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm not hanging around all this boredom." I said...
I joined the basketball pole standing near the driveway.
I wanted to do something fun, something not been done yet, something so neat and fun we wouldn't even notice time flying by.
With both hands in my pockets, I had already, unknowingly, become the 'kick dirt kid'.
"The sun is following me," I said sadly. So I looked down and away, and then shifted a bit to get comfortable, but really nothing helped because the wind was blowing at me. And just like the wave of an oven right when you open the door, it blew at me.
"If only I could come up with an idea," I said quickly. But I was stuck.
And then, a spark suddenly appeared. An idea came out from nowhere. One of those ideas, which at first glance might be something, but then realizes into you're all kinds of surprised you didn't come up with the idea earlier?!
I had found myself in the midst, of what turned out to be the greatest and most thrilling idea of the whole entire day, and one I've never forgotten since.
"Let's have a stick race!"
"Yeah!" John and Aaron exclaimed, at the exact same time. "That sounds like fun."
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