I can't believe I am here.
If I were a house, I would need a new roof, new windows and plumbing.
If I were a cheese, the bloom would be a mold.
If I were a bottle of wine, no one would be able to afford me.
If I were a book, I would be collectible or out of print.
If I were a movie, I would be in black and white.
If I were a candle, I would have burned and burned and burned, out and out and out and out and out.
If I were a radio, I would be big and huge and I would be blasting out The Lone Ranger, Boston Blackie, The Shadow, Stella Dallas, and Bull Dog Drummond, Hopalong Cassidy (sp? for all of these).
I would be able to go to the movies for eleven cents.
I would be forbidden to swim or go to the movies when during Polio Season.
If I were a dresser, a table, or a desk, there would be scratches, nicks, ink stains and a hundred memories etched in to my beautiful patina.
If I were a tree in a small village, I might be surrounded by a beautiful fence and be declared a treasure.
I am all of these things, and none of these things.
I am so amazed that I was once that little tiny girl with the small kitten:Barefoot, unaware, open to so much that was to come. Joys, sadness, flight and always coming back home.
I didn't have a smile there..too much concentration on the kitten,
but my smile is wide now and one can take a ride on it. That wee person is still me, though like a book, my binding is cracked and the words on my spine disappear.
I am at once amazed, afraid and so very, very grateful for all that has been given to me.
best to all, e.