Some of my best memories with my dad are us camping near a creek for the weekend and spending hours in and out of the water while he gets sunburned waiting to catch me and my brother as we jump off a rock into the deep water. Now that I am older, I am sure that he would rather have spent that time on the couch watching ‘The Wild Kingdom.” But these are the kind of sacrifices that we make for our kids. And there is something beautiful about watching your kids have fun. That is why I try to remember to humor my son when he asks me to go out in the yard with him to pick up sticks and pretend to fight off the invisible zombies. I no longer remember how to enjoy those kinds of games of pretend on my own, but I enjoy the enjoyment he gets out if it.
Yards are magical
Forests with swords, zombies, and
Your dad at your side.
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This haibun started as a response to one written by David at Skeptic’s Kaddish. I wanted to write a line or two, but it got out of hand. You can check out his post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/04/28/the-wind-or-the-waves/
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Nicely done…heartwarming. Yes, indeed one adds something special when one can see things through childhood eyes.
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I profoundly relate to your haibun, Richard! I get sucked into my daughter’s imagination and games all the time 😂
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I know that writing is the same thing as playing pretend like kids do, but somehow getting it off of the page and into real life still feels strange.
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Cherished memories. Very sweet. A lovely write.
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Thank you. 😀
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