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Hesitation

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She wasn’t exactly outgoing, but then again she wasn’t even two. She was so small, yet I could see she still had some adult tendencies while trying to find someone with whom to play.

Hesitation.

She inched closer with a small toy in her hand, some kind of little wooden person that went with the large train table where the other kids played. She took quick look at me, maybe for support, maybe not. I smiled and urged her on. The child she approached was taller. Older. Also hesitant and unsure of herself. Maybe more so.

“Play?” she said in her small voice, the one she used when we were not at home. She gently placed the little wooden toy on the table in front of the girl, who looked at it for a moment before turning and running to her mother.

She looked at the toy, left behind on the table, and my heart broke a little. I wanted to reach out to the mom, to the little girl, and let them know it was okay, that they could be friends. But I didn’t. Instead, I picked up the wooden toy and started playing with my daughter.

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More Fun Than a Barrel of Monkeys

“What are those?” she said, crinkling her nose as she usually would to a vegetable she discovered on her plate that she didn’t like.

“They were called Barrel of Monkeys. This was the only toy my great grandmother had at her house, so every year on New Year’s Day we would be forced to play with them because there was nothing else to do.”

She poked one as if they would bite. “They look boring.” A typical four-year-old response. “How do we play?”

“Well,” I said, picking up a red one. “You’re supposed to start with one, and try to hook another one onto his tail by the hand. See?” I demonstrated. She didn’t look amused. I picked up a yellow one by the hand, and then proceeded to a green one.

“Let me try?”

“Of course, that’s why I got them.”

She picked one up, yellow of course, that being her favorite, and she started trying. After a few failed attempts she got one and I applauded her.

“Great job!”

“Yeah, I guess.”

She tried again, and again, getting five in a chain before she dropped them.

“This is boring.”

“It is not, watch. I’ll try to get a bunch.”

I picked up one, hooked it to another, then another, then another, and kept going until I had about ten. She had picked up a copy of ReadyMade magazine and started turning pages as if she could read it, and I realized I was playing alone. I dropped the string of seven monkeys I had going and with my hand swept them all back into the barrel.

“You’re right. These are boring.”

She smiled and went back to pretending to read the magazine.

A Freak Storm

A Freak Storm was made from old films I bought at a yard sale, a G5 Macintosh and my imagination.

Inseparable

I created this with filmstrips I got at a yard sale, I’m guessing from somewhere in the mid to late sixties and early seventies. I came up with the story and edited it into the filmstrip. I did not edit the film from its original shots in any way. It may take a moment to load, or if it doesn’t work for you, click HERE.