When I was a child I loved to create stories or scenes and act them out with my brother and the neighbor boy. We lived on a 5-acre plot in the country, originally part of an 80 acre farm. The places we played included an old corn crib, which became a western town, a large pointed rock which we named 'ship rock' and 'sailed' through the wheat field, a sloped roof chicken coop, low enough that we could jump off, playing Super Man, the huge cardboard boxes in which chicken litter was delivered (they made amazing houses) and an orchard full of old apple trees, low branched and easy to climb, where we Indians hid to attack passing cowboys. We also had a woods, a creek and corn field mazes through which to wander.
Alas, at 68, I'm a little too old to climb trees and play cowboys and Indians. However, I can, sometimes, still act out a scene.
I am auditioning for a play tomorrow evening, and while I am really hoping to get a part, even if I don't, I will have had the fun of acting out some scenes and playing several different characters.
I love to play.
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