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1st March
2013
written by LS Girl

  On Finding Creativity:  

Remember how you thought about life when you were a child:

 

Finding Creativity, Childhood Lesson ONE:  Free Thought

When I was little, I didn’t want a puppy or a dog like most kids. I wanted to BE a puppy or a dog.

We lived in a two family house on the first floor where my mother and I had planted morning glories which climbed lovingly around our aluminum scrollwork door and greeted us each day. “Get up, or you’ll miss the morning glories“.  No dog wants to miss out on the morning glories.

The owners of the house lived upstairs and were a peaceful older couple (in dog years, they would be historic fossils). My mother never knew why I loved spending time there; occasionally, they would babysit when she needed someone to watch me.  They were very quiet and much older, and they didn’t watch TV.  They had no toys or games to play with, so, what was the attraction?

What my mother didn’t know, was that Mrs. Kelly had the keen sense to let me do something my mother would never allow; she let me drink from a bowl – Like a dog.  Now, I thought this was fantastic, and it was our little secret.  I didn’t tell anyone she fed me from a bowl on the floor, and she didn’t tell anyone I was crazyIt was a beautiful relationship.

Part of my life as a dog included sitting on the back of the couch, waiting for my father to come home.  With my two front paws draped over the back of the sofa, I would eagerly await his arrival.  I was about three or four years old and I was, of course, a talking dog, so part of the entertainment was announcing, “daddy’s home!”

 

Finding Creativity, Childhood Lesson TWO:  Persistence, and Problem Solving:

Mrs. Kelly’s husband came home about this same time each night, so I thought it was only fair that I should announce his arrival, too. Each night, I sat perched on the sofa back, waiting. 

Once I had visual confirmation, I yelled,  “Here comes Misses Kelly!”     

“No, that’s Mister” my mother said, patiently.

Next night:  “Here comes Misses Kelly!”     

“It’s Mister.”

Next:  “Here comes Misses Kelly”     

“That’s Mister

Night after that:  “Here comes Misses Kelly”     

No, it’s Mister!

Next night:  “Here comes……..Mister!”

To this day, our family and theirs refer to Misses Kelly’s husband as simply “Mister”.

Eventually, my life as a dog faded away, mostly because dogs and lions don’t get along, so when my invisible friend Elsa the Lioness came into my life, the dog disappeared.  My parents saw this as a positive step forward, and Mrs. Kelly and Mister did not seem to mind an occasional lion in their house.

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Mister lived in to his later years, and the little blue house we shared still sits on the hill.  Occasionally I drive by, and wag my tail, and remember the day Steve the neighbor boy hit me in the head with a home run swing off his Little League bat, which was probably the catalyst to becoming a dog in the first place.  But I’m certain, it had nothing to do with the lion.



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