Once upon a time there was a little boy who loved sitting and reading a book. In fact, he would often be late for dinner while trying to get to the end of the next chapter. His mom would call for him and he would grudgingly put down his book and make the seemingly long, arduous walk to the dinner table. Of course he was hungry, but food always seemed to get in the way. There were entire worlds to explore and new things to learn. He wanted to find out what happened next with a curiosity that seemed to crackle under his skin.
Years went by and the boy began to change. Little by little he was growing taller and all those books had made him wiser. He began to tell his own stories and share them with his friends. He listened closer when his grandmother told him things about her past. He hadn’t really thought of those conversations as stories before, but realized now they were. Stories just as wonderful as the ones that had made him late for dinner all those years ago. Maybe one day he would write them all down. Maybe one day.
Much more time past and the little boy was now what you might refer to as a middle-aged man. Time had moved by so quickly. Life was busy and hectic now and there wasn’t ever time to tell stories anymore, much less to read them or even listen to them. But what if just for a moment, things were quiet? What then? So, the now old boy did something he had never taken the time to do before. He slowly closed his eyes and just listened. And with each breath came a glimpse of the past. All those tales he had thought were long gone. They all came flooding back in the silence. Those many wonderful stories that he used to love. Once upon a time.
Join me any and all days you like during April by celebrating a National or International Day with a doodlewash! Tag your image #doodlewashaday and I’ll feature everyone who played along on doodlewash.com at the end of the month!