Now where shall I begin. Oh my, It's been so long ago.... When I was a little girl, a very little girl. My daddy would bring home Bamboo, rice paper, and great big balls of string. We would all sit out on the front porch. Daddy would split the Bamboo, then make kite frames out of it. We would have a great big pitcher of real lemonade, not the kind you get today, the kind with real lemons floating around in it, along with chunks of ice Daddy would chip off the block in the ice box. Mommy and I would cut out the rice paper and glue it to the frames. Then while we were waiting for it to get dry, so we could paint it, we would have a big glass of lemonade. Daddy would tell us stories about when he was a boy, or we would sing songs. Daddy would always be telling us stories, and he had such a wonderful voice....When the glue was dry, we would paint wonderful pictures on the kites. Then the kites would look like dragons, or birds, or just about anything you could imagine when they were flying way up in the sky. Then daddy would put them in the old carriage house to dry, and we would go inside for dinner, and then sleepytime.... I would be so excited about the next day I could hardly get to sleep. Do you know what I mean? I used to wake up the next morning and listen for the wind in the trees. If I could hear the wind in the trees, and the branches rattling on the window, I would know it would be a wonderful day for kite flying. I could hardly wait for mother to call me to breakfast, because I knew what daddy would say." Well princess, winds up, and the skys waiting," and mommy would say, " now you two eat your breakfast, the sky will still be there when you have some good hotcakes inside you. Then I would struggle, oh how I would struggle , to get my hotcakes and milk down just as fast as possible. Daddy would laugh at me, and mommy would look at him and smile so pretty.... Then mommy would get this big picnic basket we had, and I would help her pack a lunch for us....Where was I? Oh, yes. We would take our picnic basket, and go out in the field behind the house. Mother would spread a table cloth, and daddy would tie the string to the kites. Then we would all run very, very, fast, into the wind, to see who could get their Kite up first. I always won, but I don't think mother or father tried quite as hard as they could have. You know what I mean? The kites felt alive on the end of their strings, dancing in the wind, and daddy,and mommy, would be laughing and smiling at each other. Sometimes daddy would kiss mommy, and she would smile and accuse him of trying to make her lose control of her kite. Daddy would kiss her again, and lose control of his kite.Then he'd go running across the field after it, his coat would be flying out behind him, and he would be laughing all the time. Until he ran out of breath to laugh. He would come back grinning, with his kite in his hand, and tell me that, that should be a good lesson to me. Always pay attention to first things first. Even if you're very tempted; and he would look at mommy, and smile his very special smile when he said this; very tempted by something that was very beautiful, and you loved very much.
It is copyrighted by me, as part of Up and Down the Boards. This is the begining of a monlogue on growing up in a play of mine. There won't be a hassle because the play hasn't been done in the last 25 years.
2007-03-11 11:40:35
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answered by Terry 7
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