When Fun Stops: A Story of loss
Dec 5, 2022
I’ll always remember the day I picked up my Barbies and all desire to play was gone. Vanished. Poof.
My bike no longer a car, my stuffed animals now void of personality, my mashed potatoes nothing more than, well, potatoes.
That day my imagination walked out the door, no goodbye, no farewell, no see you later.
I don’t think I realized what had happened then. Maybe I still don’t.
I spent most of that summer riding up and down familiar streets. Cedarwood, Victoria, Mount Pleasant. But no matter how hard I tried, I never did find it.