When I was a kid I wanted to live inside Jeanie’s bottle and travel by magic carpet
be chosen as a contestant on the Price is Right get slimed on Nickelodeon’s You Can’t Do That on Television make it to bucket number six on Bozo’s Grand Prize Game walk off stage with a pile of prizes, a brand new bike
When I was a kid I wanted to eat SpaghettiOs we never had in our house raise cute little sea monkeys what would I name them? shrink myself to ride Mister Rogers’s trolley go on a real field trip with him feed his fish
When I was a kid I wanted to sit on the steps of a brownstone on Sesame Street even though I might have been too old dance in a fire hydrant’s fountain releasing its cool spray on a hot summer day claim the top bunk at camp write letters home by flashlight swat at mosquitoes on my neck sticky with sweat
When I was a kid I wanted to explore the woods and Frank Lloyd Wright’s Falling Water even though I didn’t know about architecture listen to babbling brooks as snowmelt swelled streams and creeks and rivers I wanted to wave at Santa from Broadway at Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade catch snowflakes on my tongue wave at the camera to kids watching from home ride a subway
When I was a kid I wanted to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
This slice tugs a special cord. A time travel kind of experience. I loved it, so much!!
The ending is like a perfect bow on a gift box.
I will borrow it as a mentor for writing group tonight 😉
I love all the details here. Picturing entering the worlds of Sesame Street and Mister Rogers. I’m not sure I’ve grown up because I still want to do so many of those things!
I love this slice. It’s such a peek into who you are…were? Funny story. I had tickets to see Bozo. I was not called for the Grand Prize Game. I sobbed the whole way home.
Thanks for taking me along on your ride down Memory Lane. I remember reading the ads for the Sea Monkeys in the back pages of the comic books my mom would buy us on base, on our way to the pool during the summer. We never got any…
I must still be a kid because I still want to do most of these. Not the spaghetios though. We never has them at our house either, but my cousin did and I was not a fan. But I was a big fan of Mr. Rogers.
Thanks for this imaginative trip down memory lane.
Nerds Beget Nerds 
This slice tugs a special cord. A time travel kind of experience. I loved it, so much!!
The ending is like a perfect bow on a gift box.
I will borrow it as a mentor for writing group tonight 😉
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I love all the details here. Picturing entering the worlds of Sesame Street and Mister Rogers. I’m not sure I’ve grown up because I still want to do so many of those things!
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Ana shared this in our writing group tonight. I love how many of the memories and desires I can relate to. What would we have done with sea monkeys?
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I love this slice. It’s such a peek into who you are…were? Funny story. I had tickets to see Bozo. I was not called for the Grand Prize Game. I sobbed the whole way home.
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Thanks for taking me along on your ride down Memory Lane. I remember reading the ads for the Sea Monkeys in the back pages of the comic books my mom would buy us on base, on our way to the pool during the summer. We never got any…
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I must still be a kid because I still want to do most of these. Not the spaghetios though. We never has them at our house either, but my cousin did and I was not a fan. But I was a big fan of Mr. Rogers.
Thanks for this imaginative trip down memory lane.
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