Childhood
Memories By
Momoko Otani-Hudes
The
endless summer days exploring the worlds
As big as
this universe and as small as
An
anthill.
Mesmerizing
the way rolley polleys curl up in a perfect ball. Holding the crickets up to my
ear to see if they really are the ones that make the strange music at night.
Screaming when I saw a earwig under the rock. Watching all the daddy longlegs
scurry away. And when the little beetles fly into the pool, jumping into action
and bringing them to safety. Saving even the smallest ant to the biggest
hornet.
Canon-balling
into the pool then frantically swimming out because I was completely convinced
that the terrible shark at the bottom of the pool would get me this time.
Swinging on the hammock imagining a whole ocean around me as I lead my crew
into adventure. Getting my sword sharpened by my dad and when we got bored
snapping them in half by hitting them as hard as our little arms could against
the towering pine trees. Chasing the little rabbits into their little rabbit
holes where they are safe and sound. Finding new hideouts in the shrubs, and
cutting the trees that fell down and making glorious tree houses. Playing hide
and seek in the grass that passed my head. And when daddy said it was time to
cut the grass, I would run into the garage, get on his lap, and drive the
tractor out to the yard. Waking up at 6, just to go to the beach and coming
back all red. Sailing to fire island and earning my ranger badges.
And rainy
days meant we would go inside and play Ping-Pong, foosball, darts, Monopoly,
Boggle, Up-words, and Pool.
When the
night comes and even the creeping ants tire, the rolley polleys curl up into
safety, and the beetles fly away, my dad would make a big fire with his baby
brother. As everyone scurried around, roasting perfect golden marshmallows,
chasing each other with torches, maintaining the fires greedy hunger for wood,
I would sit on the makeshift bench and admire how the flames would reach for
the sky, how the ashes flew up and then gently, like a feather, fell back down.
How the center of the fire would glow blue-ish white, and waiting for the
sizzle and pop of the sap. Everyone’s busyness, screaming, and shushing were
drowned out as I stared into the heart of the fire and the fire wrapped its
warm arms around me and lulled me to sleep.