Caged animals.
The rain drops drip down the side of the house and my mind jumps from story to story. Analogies of my life, events of the past week, and my emotions race through my brain as I try to pick out which is good enough to show to the world. Are any of them good enough?
A few months ago I spent some time with my grandma. We always have great conversations and I thoroughly enjoy listening to her stories. One that stuck out in my head was about toys and modern culture and how very different it is than when she grew up.
With no toys, they would find their own ways to have fun. After killing and eating a chicken, her sister and her would take the wishbone and break it off. The person who got the bigger piece had to marry the next male who walked into the room. Once her sister won and the next man who walked in the room was their neighbor, old man ____ (forget his name). Of course laughing ensued.
This particular neighbor lost his house in a tornado and his children and wife died, but he survived. After the tornado he lived in a tent and went crazy. He poured concrete over his families graves and wandered around aimlessly.
Just an interesting story.
Enjoy this. I do.
