Letting your Mind Go--Anything Can Be a Story

When I went to school I was one of those crazy kids who actually liked going to summer school and was not forced to go. I remember one year in high school I took an English class. Most of the kids in the class had to be there because they hadn't passed their English class during the year which led for a pretty interesting mix of students. I didn't care though I knew that any reason to not be at home during the morning hours of my day would be a great diversion. Also it didn't hurt that a guy I had a long standing crush on was in the class so even if the class wasn't what I expected I could always let my mind wonder about him. That would make for another story.

One of the requirement for Ms. Soule's class was we had to write a story. It could be about anything which left the possibilities wide open. The little bit I remember about the story I wrote was that I was taking a trip to Australia with some other people and somehow we got into a Nancy Drew like predicament. One comment I remember I got from the teacher was that it was very creative.

I think that sometimes to write that is one thing you need, imagination. Yes you should write what you know but imagination helps to get the creative juices flowing.

My husband shakes his head sometimes about my stories. Recently, I noticed that one of the toys our granddaughters play with had a very important piece missing. We had moved all of the toys into another room while doing some work and somehow the "Dad" went missing. Well my mind totally went wild with it. Especially when our one granddaughter asked me where he was at.

He is at work.
He went on a business trip.
He drives a truck like Papa and is on a very long run.

For my own enjoyment I was thinking he ran away, he was a deadbeat Dad, he was deployed overseas, he was in jail, he's having an affair, our "ghost" took him and is holding him hostage.

When I told our daughter about our so called game/dilemma, I told her about my quest to find the Dad. I had looked all over and just couldn't find him. Rolling her eyes pretty much told me that she thought I was crazy. (Sometimes she doesn't after all these years understand my imagination).

I'm not sure why I feel the need for this Dad in this Fisher Price Set. I had a Dad growing up who was in the home. Maybe it's because I never chose to look for my biological Dad. My kids always had a Dad around even though he was on the road often. I know in today's world some people have two Dad's, or no Dad's either by choice or circumstances.

I have seriously thought we may never know where Dad went. I thought maybe I should go out and buy a new family for the set since they do sell them separate from the house. But then I got to thinking again, if I do that then we will have one Dad, two Mom's and two babies. Of course my mind went there too, Gee imagine the stories I could make up with that?

One of them being "Sister Wives".