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The Curiosity of a Child

Being an only child when I was growing up I’d say I had more curiosity and more imagination than do children who have siblings. I had to live in a world of my own making.

My childhood days were the days when there were still more grocery stores than supermarkets. I loved going to those stores with my mom. All those colorful boxes, jars, and bottles lining the shelves. I admired the shopkeeper for being able to know what all those products were. There and then I decided that being a shopkeeper was a grand thing. Now, of course, my mom wouldn’t let me play with glass jars, bottles, and cans but she thought about my request to know what it was like to be a shopkeeper and came up with an idea. She saved spaghetti boxes, rice boxes and so on. Then glued the tops closed and gave me the empty boxes. I lined up some shelves with them and my grocery store was in business. For hours on end, I would sell products to my stuffed toys and dolls. It would have been more fun if I had had a brother or sister but at least I had fun.

Those were also the days of women who wore stiletto heels. I still remember hearing my mom’s sharp rap, rap, rap down the street. For a little girl whose foot didn’t even reach the middle of mom’s shoe it was, of course, problematic to walk about the house with them. What was no problem was trying on mom’s clothes. Sure they were big and oversized but with a little nip and tuck, I was a fashion queen ready for the society ball. When mom discovered what was going on she cleaned out her closet and gave everything she would no longer wear to me. My fashion wardrobe gave me many happy hours in front of the mirror.

When I wasn’t working in my grocery store or keeping up with fashion my curiosity was captured by these perfectly round green taborets my parents had. Now they weren’t your average run of the mill stools as we know them with four legs and no arms or back. They were round, filled with some kind of hard filling and had no legs. Just round things for sitting on. I looked at them and thought to myself hmmm, “What could I do with these?” And then it came to me. I would put one on its side because the top and bottom were flat and then get down on my hands and knees. By leaning over one on my stomach and pushing with my legs my arms hanging over the other side I had a kind of roller I could roll all over the apartment with. What fun that was. In fact, the most interesting thing about this is that one of these taborets survived but split at the seams and finally had to be thrown out.

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