My birthday is coming up in two weeks. And what I’ve discovered, no matter how hard I try to avoid this whole being an adult thing, it jus keeps sneaking up on me, though I don’t recall attending any meetings or signing any contracts saying I wanted this to happen (if I can still get out of this please let me know how). Not only the boring stuff like bills and credit card payments and cleaning up after myself, which I’ve been managing for a while. But also things like my sudden newfound ability to participate in political discussions about global issues. Where did that come from?
But what I miss more than anything from childhood is the ability to be shielded (either from my parents or from the different way media used to reach us) from the heartbreak of the injustices that are doled out to black people, women, LGBTQ people and all other groups that have less privilege. You don’t have to be a member of any of these groups for this shit to hurt. You just have to be aware. Just in the last two days two more black men have been murdered in America yet Black people are still expected to measure their outrage with stupid racist justifications like “black on black crime” and presumably ignore the systemic problem facing their communities. In the words of Zendaya #blacklivesmatter. Please do not correct me.
As a result, opportunity to connect with a childlike wonder, I welcome with open arms ( I bought a cotton candy last week, couldn’t eat the whole thing, but was still super depressed as it hardened into some strange alternative molecular structure). So when we had a Sunday going away lime for my friend Rianna at La Vega, in Gran Couva, all the memories from primary school field trips came flooding back, the maxi ride, box lunch etc. etc. However, when we got to the uber serene location, for about 15 minutes we were a little stumped as to what to actually…do? A resounding game of Red Light, Green Light, 1, 2, 3?
We figured it out in the end (we jus talked shit for hours and caiman/ plastic bag watched).
What I noticed though was unlike when I was a child, I was actually able to appreciate the beauty of the green spaces that La Vega offered. I had to come back to take some snaps with Kyle and Nichola and on the return trip we discovered the play park.
I am not ashamed to say that slides were slid down and swings were swung on (it is NOT easy to look cute while swinging btw…many shots were eliminated and will never see the light of day). We ignored all the posted weight restrictions (and we didn’t die did we??) I am not proud to admit that I still don’t have the adequate upper body strength to use a jungle gym.
I also urge you also to seek out and embrace any moments of childlike whimsy that are presented to you cause they’re so few and far between these days.