Spinning Myself into a Blissful Stupor

I just realized, I don't spin anymore. You know, the kind of spinning we used to do when we were little kids. Just spin yourself out of control until you collapse to the ground so dizzy you can't see straight and then look at the horizon and watch everything in sight rotate, and it would just take your breath away, and your stomach along with it. Then lie there until you were stablilized and had 'come back down to earth', then do it again... Why would we willfully choose to induce this 'vertigo'? It was liberating... it made us laugh. How many REAL 'natural' highs like that do we get in our life? Not really that many (well, I guess it depends on the person and how we see things). Let's see theres the spinning thing, sneezing, first kisses, successfully humiliating someone who's publicly made a fool out of you (that's right, revenge!), and Ice Cream-it's natural, I buy all natural, so that counts. There are a few others. Not like that time little Billy Stanford got in trouble for snorting the dust from the chalkboard... that doesn't count.

Another thing that I don't do anymore that maybe I should? Lying out in open fields and staring up at the clouds, making things out of them-you know, faces, works of art, monsters... whatever. It gives you perspective and keeps you in touch with your inner child. And playing with Play-Doh or Modeling clay. Nothing cleanses the soul like a cold blob of the stuff that you can mold into simply anything you want to... you're the master. Sculpt at will! Either that or going outside barefoot in the grass.

How many countless hours did I ride around in my car wasting gas when I was younger? Just riding and listening to the radio, letting the world cruise by right alongside of me. I can't really do that now, because i'm far too concious of rising gas prices and am too filled with road rage to enjoy the ride, but I should. I really should.

This year, i'm writing a letter to Santa! I'm gonna ask for the following things: a Lite-Brite (go-on click it, you gotta!), an Easy-Bake oven, a Play-Doh 50th Birthday fun pack, the game 'Candyland', an Etcha-sketch and some 'Weebles' (if you remember these, Weebles Wobble but they don't fall down!), as well I am requesting that he deliver me a REAL time machine, a live pony (not a dead one), and force 100% of the world population to be just 10% more courteous to their fellow man this year in my honor (just 10% i'm not asking much am I ?). Oh and some new clothes too, and a magic wand... and world peace... o.k... that's all. Alright so the world peace part was just a joke meant to take a small 'pot shot' at the Miss Universe-type pageants [So sue me-WAIT no, don't do that either I was kidding... everyone's so quick to drop a lawsuit these days. Really don't sue me. Please! (pretty please) I have enough to deal with and besides, i'm broke... dirt eating, brick-doll having broke].

All this in my continuing effort to fuse my adult self with my child self, get in touch with my higher concsciousness, and make my world a bit more magical. Well, I must run for now, I have some clouds that need busting, and later i'm going to make some really awesome mud pies. :)