It is a beautiful summer afternoon. The sun is shining and the wind is blowing. The Slurpee children, now nicknamed my children, are out on their daily walk in the local park in Plainfield where all of a sudden, gunfire erupts!
The children run to the left; kids running well, up and down slides! It rolls here! It rolls over there! Gijima! We are blocked by destructive weapons! What weapon can you ask for? It's a finger gun you forgot long ago.
With their fingertips fully loaded and loaded with bullets, the Slurpee kids have no choice but to fight the invisible Bad Guys that plague our local parks. A mother-like concept 6.5 creedmoor ammo that the only thing that should be done “politically correct” is to hide “weapons of mass destruction” and to promote a Smurf-like activity like weaving baskets.
But why? It is not really a weapon; not even a questionable toy. In fact, it is a small child with a two-and-a-half-inch finger and a wild imagination that wants to be a hero. Is it politically correct to blurt out his mind to benefit what they can "say"?
No. So, I forget about the "taboo" associated with the idea of promoting guns and let the kids be the heroes they aspired to be.
But first, I warn, the rules are the most important. Okay ... I got it. What are the rules? A 5-year-old colleague made sure to let me know he was "part of a ghost". Okay ... I hear you, you're a ghost. I got it. "The wicked can be shot in fear but no one can shoot me." Okay ... I got it. "If I am shot, the bullet will pass through me because I will live forever." Okay, I got it. The partner does not die. "You (meaning me), can be shot." OK ... (gudla) ... got it ??? ... I mean I got it!
All the rules are now written on stone and we are ready to defend our park from Bad Guys.
"Whoa!" "What was that?!?!" "I just got a bad shot!"
"Run!" "Bhebha! Bhebha!"
"He's coming for more!"
"Bang ... bah !!" "Oh no! The Evil One ran away!"
Dust left and invisible bullets filled the entire park. Playground equipment is less prone to damage. The children are out of breath and can no longer move.
"What are we going to do?" I asked my colleague.
"I'm thirsty can we go?" He replied.
The amazing surprises that have just happened don’t bother even Slurpee’s kids, especially my younger partner. Slurpee kids run, play and have a lot of fun with a finger gun. Today may not have been a memorable day for them but it did teach me a good lesson about enjoying a summer trip even if it is "a little".
Sheila Raddatz, Married, FT student and mom Stay home with 2 kids who encourage me every day. I was always told that I should write, take recommendations and ignore them. Now, after a while, things are different. I turned 40. I shared some great photos I had with the local editor and he said I missed my call. For some reason, THIS TIME, it hurts me.