Today's story came to me first, then I found the song. I was nature walking with my family, and I kept seeing the coolest patches of trees where I would have totally spent all day as a kid, and just played. Madeline in the story is totally me, but not. Unfortunately, there was no Bradley in my woods, and I played alone. The story is a little longer, than the others, hope you enjoy.
I looked out the window
of our trailer, just in time to catch the first sun beams dance off the early
morning fog. A perfect day to explore.
“I’m going for a walk,
Momma,” I yelled as I grabbed my coat, and I headed down the back stairs,
trying to do up my coat as I went. The zipper stuck, and I had to jam it up,
but the bottom teeth kept coming apart.
The leaves crunched under
my feet, as I took the well-worn path from my backyard, to the woods beyond. The
faint smell of a fire filled my nostrils; Mr. Woodland must be burning leaves
down the road. I walked a ways through the trees, until the place where the path
ends, and entered my world. I could be anything there.
I hummed a new song I
heard on the radio. I mumbled through the words until I got to the chorus, then
I belted it out. I watched the birds take flight from the leave-bare trees. My
beautiful voice scared them away.
I spotted a broken down
pile of logs that looked like they could have been a fort. What if a battle was fought right here, long ago? That is where
they would have brought their wounded. The little fort, tucked away among
several rotting trees. Away from the path, and away from the battle field.
I walked over, and sat
down just outside the entrance where a nurse would be, waiting for her patients.
I looked up to survey the area, locating exactly where the battle would be
fought. Walking just beyond a mossy, turned-over log, where the cannon would
go, was a floppy head of brown hair.
I squinted, the morning
sun was higher in the sky, and glared in my face. Bradley. He lived just down
the road, and was in Mrs. Shield’s class, right across the hall from mine. I’d
seen him at recess, when he played freeze football with the other boys. I stood
up, hoping he didn’t see me, as I was pretendin’.
“Madeline, whatcha
doin’?” Bradley asked, smiling at me from ear to ear. His expression caused his
dimples to peek out at me.
“Walkin’” I replied,
brushing the dirt from my jeans.
“Oh,” he said, sounding
disappointed. “I thought you were in the fort, playin’.”
I felt my cheeks get hot.
“No! I thought I saw a…um, bottle. A coke bottle or somethin’. The sun
reflected off it.”
Bradley smiled at me
again, with his dimples. “Oh, well maybe I left it there last weekend. I like
to pretend it’s a fort that protects me from the cowboys.”
“Don’t make fun of me!” I
said, stomping away, back toward home.
“Aw, come on Maddy, I’m
not making fun of you. The cowboy’s camp is down past that ridge, over yonder.
And I use, this hear fort to protect myself,” Bradley said, then pretended to
gallop over to the fort.
Tears pricked my eyes.
Bradley’s was one of the nice ones. I didn’t understand why he’s being so mean.
“Bradley Jacobson, I’m going to tell your momma.”
He stopped smiling and
walked over to me. “I’m not making fun. Look.” He pulled me over to the fort,
and pushed a few branches and dirt out of the way so I can see a bow and arrow,
with feathers coming out the end.
“You really play pretend,
like I do?” I asked.
“Here, I found these
feathers just last week. Down by the crick. They’re from one of those guineas
Mr. Woodland’s got,” He said. Then he grabbed one off the ground, stuck it
behind my ear, and kissed me on the cheek. His big brown eyes flickered and shone
in the sun, tempting me to give in and play.
The sun began to set
before we realized the day was gone. I had to get back, to help Momma with
supper.
“Maddy? Will you come out
here tomorrow?” Bradley asked as he snatched my hand in his. I looked down at
our hands, they were dirty and sweaty. We spent most of the day digging a moat
around our fort, getting ready for the Alligators to be delivered.
“Only if I get to pick
what’s attacking the fort,” I giggled, then tugged my hand away.
“Bye, Madeline Carter.
See you tomorrow,” He said as he ran away.
“Bye, Bradley Jacobson,”
I yelled, and I ran all the way home thinking up what the forest would transform
into tomorrow.
So now tell me, how old were you when you last played pretend? (Playing with your kids doesn't count.) I lived next to these woods, when I was in the 8th grade. LOL. ;0)