On Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write gather to share what five minutes buys them.
Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. THIS WEEK Link back HERE and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Thems the rules!

OK, are you ready?

The topic for today is:



As a youngest child I made my own fun a lot of the time.

I made up games, created interesting story lines for my toys, I used whatever I found outside to make a fort or something to play with.

When I wasn’t by myself, I always had a friend or two, or a cousin or a sibling to play with.

I even had no problem walking up to kids I didn’t know at a park and asking them to play.

I always felt like I belonged.

Somewhere along the way the darker side of life intervened and tried to push me to the outskirts of belonging.

I was teased, I was bullied.

I cried, I got angry.

But somehow, by some miracle I always belonged with someone.

I had a wonderful family to spend time with.
I had fun neighbourhood kids to play with until it got dark outside.
I had a church family full of girls and boys I could feel at home with anytime.

No matter what darkness pushed against me, I always belonged in some circle.

Later in my high school years, I felt like a part of every small group my friendship circles had broken into.

They never pushed me away even if they pushed against others.
I am grateful for that.

The twinge of loneliness may come and go, but I have many, many groups of family and friends to which I am so thankful I belong.