(2024) Let Me Show You…

Daily writing prompt
What does it mean to be a kid at heart?

Nobody says it better than Willy Wonka, in my humble opinion. If you don’t watch at least a smidge of this video, then there’s something wrong with you…

I’m just teasing!

Seriously though, anyone whose ever seen the movie will most likely remember this song.

If anyone were to ask me at this moment, “Wiwohka, where do you come up with all the silly stories, ditties and adventures that you write about?”, I’d say Willy Wonka, for certain!

Why? I’ll try to explain…

Much of my childhood felt like a Quintin Tarentino version of young Charlie, from the movie…

How, then, did I go from that small, frightened and angry little girl, to the me that you see upon these pages? You guessed it… Willy Wonka!

I think that I desperately needed a safe place to rest, both mentally and emotionally, so when I watched Willy Wonka for the first time, I was hooked! Within my imagination, I could still believe that there was good in the world, somewhere…

I began to build a space within my tiny frame, where I could do, be or feel any way I wanted… and no one could take that away from me. In a way, I believe that God used my childlike imagination to preserve my sanity, during the most traumatic of beginnings.

And, somehow, from within that child’s imaginative heart, came the writer you see before you, now.

This is the only way I can express what it’s like to be a kid at heart, at least my version of it…

Always believe in the impossible… I do!

Don’t forget your cookie…

Let Me Show You…

Daily writing prompt
What does it mean to be a kid at heart?

Nobody says it better than Willy Wonka, in my humble opinion. If you don’t watch at least a smidge of this video, then there’s something wrong with you…

I’m just teasing!

Seriously though, anyone whose ever seen the movie will most likely remember this song.

If anyone were to ask me at this moment, “Wiwohka, where do you come up with all the silly stories, ditties and adventures that you write about?”, I’d say Willy Wonka, for certain!

Why? I’ll try to explain…

Much of my childhood felt like a Quintin Tarentino version of young Charlie, from the movie…

How, then, did I go from that small, frightened and angry little girl, to the me that you see upon these pages? You guessed it… Willy Wonka!

I think that I desperately needed a safe place to rest, both mentally and emotionally, so when I watched Willy Wonka for the first time, I was hooked! Within my imagination, I could still believe that there was good in the world, somewhere…

I began to build a space within my tiny frame, where I could do, be or feel any way I wanted… and no one could take that away from me. In a way, I believe that God used my childlike imagination to preserve my sanity, during the most traumatic of beginnings.

And, somehow, from within that child’s imaginative heart, came the writer you see before you, now.

This is the only way I can express what it’s like to be a kid at heart, at least my version of it…

Always believe in the impossible… I do!

Don’t forget your cookie…

Tooth Fairy Tales…

The heart of a child…

While I cannot say I wish to think back on my own childhood to answer this prompt, I will refer to my own children when they were little, as those are much happier examples.

One of the best things about being a child at heart, I think, is the ability to have such a vivid imagination… about everything… they were so gullible!

I had more fun playing tricks and practical jokes on my girls… hey, don’t judge! As a parent, we come to understand very early on that the job is a thankless one, and any form of good hearted fun that brings us pleasure, is worth the effort!

I did everything from planting fake Magic Christmas trees, to get them to clean their rooms, to convincing my youngest daughter that if she stood in front of the Christmas tree and sang “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth”, she would get a very special visit from both Santa Mouse AND the Tooth Fairy… she actually sang it like three or four times before going to bed just to make sure she had done enough. When they got up the next morning to open stockings, there was a small ribbon on the front of the tree, and when she pulled it, a whole string of tiny toys and treats emerged from within the branches of the tree, where I had stashed them.

Priceless!!!

I guess that’s the sort of stuff that came to mind when I saw the prompt. It’ll have to do…

Have a cookie…

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You’ll have to bake em real quick… and add your own m&ms… it was too early for all that effort, as I would rather just sit her and sip my coffee while giggling about the time we made the kids believe that the Easter Bunny had been in the house while we slept.