Yesterday at work, I had an interesting conversation with a series of customers. It was about the amazing impact that freezies had on our childhood. How the best ones were always the orange, red, white, and blue ones. How it sucked that most of the places you bought them from replaced them with Mr. Freeze, which were never as good. Now, I know it sounds crazy, but just think: think about all the wonderful times that are associated with those horribly sugary treats.
I'm talking about fireworks, hot sticky nights, mosquito bites, laughing with friends, running around in fields, getting sick and dizzy riding the 'spinner', getting sleepy as it gets dark, running to parents for quarters, crying when you scraped your knees... I loved these things. I really want to get some. So I'm declaring that the next person who I get to have freezies with will be my hero, in the childhood sense. The girl I was talking to said that Walmart was selling them for pretty cheap. I'm thinking that I'm going to call up a friend, go for a drive out to Walmart, buy a box of freezies, watch a movie while they're... well, freezing, and then have them while we hunt for a park that has a swing set.
I miss experiencing those things. I miss how the smallest things used to make me gape with amazement. When did the world lose its sparkle and I become so jaded? I think I need to reversal of sorts. because you know, it will always be that the small things in life are what will make you the happiest. No matter how many shoes, how many purses, how much money in the bank I have nothing will compare to the feeling to lying in the arms of someone you love, to having breakfast with your family, or to playing games with friends. Somehow... the world isn't as important as we make it out to be. The people, the things that matter? They're typically always around us. We're just too blind to see.
