sailing away around the world on a boat is what we pretended to do every summer, on the weekends when i'd go visit my aunt.
we never stopped to think we were sailing on a raft made of bits of wood and tar paper pounded together with a boomstick mast and a sheet for a sail. we didn't care we were on a pond that was full of muck and snapping turtles and snakes.
we only knew we were free, and young, and nothing else mattered.
The raft is a wonderful metaphor for life.
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ReplyDeleteAwesome words from an awesome writer/soul!
And pirates and clubhouses and a decimated doll's head?
ReplyDeleteSigh.
All those memories....