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.