“It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
Some days my stories come easily–other days they run and hide like we used to do when we played hide-n-seek as kids.
I never liked being the one who had to find everyone. I was not a fast runner so racing kids back “home” after I found them rarely worked out well for me. I was much better at hiding. We had some amazing places to hide. I don’t remember who was the first one to jump down and hide in the deep window wells of the Congregational Church or duck down behind the walls of the little balcony-like places of the Methodist Church. Whoever that kid was definitely became the champion of the game. Once used, those shadowy spots were no longer secret–although we all rushed to use them on the nights when new kids joined in our game.
That memory was a treat today and a simple story to share.
I think it’s a safe bet I’m not the only one with memories of those hide-n-seek games. I’m feeling pretty fortunate to have this little tale to share. I hope I’ve stirred up a memory or two for you as well.
“The world is shaped by two things — stories told and the memories they leave behind.” ―Vera Nazarian, Dreams of the Compass Rose
I am…
B…simply being…
Get out and make some memories this weekend.
God bless…
~Peace be with you~
B...simply being... 