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Please mentally insert photo of you on one of your best-ever kid days

I have previously alluded to the groovy creativity-boosting “course” I jumped into recently, The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron. It has been so fun to work through and has affected me positively on so many levels. I have discovered really surprising things about myself, and it has inspired me in ways I did not think possible. My recommendation: run and get it, and if the new-agey parts are hard for you (as they were for me) just keep going anyway.

Right, okay, the course addresses different topics in week-long segments and includes assignments. One of this week’s tasks was to note “childhood accomplishments.” This was a blast! It got me thinking about long ago events I rarely reflect on, such as:

Camper of the Week at Triple R Ranch
This was huge for me! After dinner the night before our parents were to collect us, my name was announced and I got called up to the stage to receive my award badge (!). Camper of the week, the entire week! The summer had begun spectacularly when I’d arrived at camp and discovered that I had been assigned to the coolest cabin tribe, The Rough Riders, so I was already in a blissful state of mind. Previous years I had been delegated to cabins so uncool their names have not survived the years, but they contained wimpy words like “pony” I am sure. Becoming a Rough Rider, well, that was about as perfect as it could get. Then, I learned I had been chosen above all the other campers, even my coolest of the cool fellow Rough Riders, as the best! I was in little kid summer camp heaven, and standing on that stage was the first moment I can remember feeling the joy of merited recognition. Big smile!

The Schiny School of Art
When I was 11 or so, I offered art lessons to neighborhood kids. I designed the classes, canvassed my Fort Lauderdale neighborhood for “students”, collected the fees, and held classes throughout the summer break. What I taught also has not survived the test of time; it is the joy of organization and management that sticks with me to this day. That and getting paid.

Lead the Way, Girl!
While in elementary school, one year I was chosen to be the first child to enter the auditorium door for the Christmas concert, holding a burning candle. While the audience sat gazing forward to the stage, silently waiting for the show to begin, we surprised them all by entering though the rear door in brilliant theatrical staging. But wait! ¬†As the doors swung open, I took a deep breath and then led my classmates singing “Joy To The World” a cappella. I can still remember the whoosh of the crowd turning back to look at us and catch the action. Me! I did that! And I can’t even sing!

I thought of more, but now go on, your turn: dredge up those happy memories!

Aloha, and take care, folks!

Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: Who are you favorite writers of fiction?

Oh, good god, did I not read through these questions before deciding to add them at the end of my posts? Couldn’t they have maybe narrowed it down to “your favorite English or American or African or Japanese or Indian or Russian or Australian writers? Living or long gone writers? I AM A CHRONIC READER, meaning my list would be several posts long! Sorry, copping out and going with a no-brainer: Shakespeare.