What was your favorite thing to do when you were ten?
I think about this question from time to time and it has been following me around lately. Middle Sister Dana wrote about summer earlier this week. She talked about recapturing the magic of the season, and it struck a chord with me.
We’ve had a rough year with a lot of changes, both good and bad, happening. Parenting has been difficult, to put it mildly. My stress levels are through the roof and I have tried all sorts of things to gain some peace. Many of you shared your own suggestions for calming an anxious heart, and I posted about them. I tried quite a few of those ideas, and some have helped.
If things go as planned, my oldest son will be spending the summer with his grandparents. He and his brother need a break from one another, and I need a break from their fighting. On top of that, we are moving to a new town, and change is hard on my oldest. This way, he gets to skip the stress of the move itself.
I want this to be a summer of healing. I want to learn to breathe again.
And that brings me back to my original question: what was your favorite thing to do when you were ten?
My Favorite Activities As a Ten-Year-Old
Riding my Bike – I’m going to keep my eyes peeled for a good deal on a bicycle. I really love the beach cruiser style. Maybe I can ride with my youngest son. We can explore our new neighborhood. I also loved rollerskating and, eventually, rollerblading, but that isn’t as easy to make happen. So I will stick to two wheels for now.
Library Trips – Dad would take me to the library where I would borrow his card, because then I could check out 25 books instead of just 10. This was before Goodreads and book blogs and Net Galley. I had a few favorites (Sweet Valley, Babysitters’ Club, Choose Your Own Adventure) but I mostly picked up books because the cover or title caught my attention. I think I will do some of that kind of reading this summer. I will have a new library in which to wander and new librarians to get to know.
Drawing – I wasn’t particularly talented, but I liked making marks on paper. I went through a dress designing phase. I doodled clothes everywhere. I colored in coloring books. I tried to copy the art from my grandmother’s walls. It was fun. I’ve already returned to this with my journaling Bible and Praying in Color.
Writing – I had a cheap chipboard desk that sat by my bedroom window. I vividly remember writing contemplative poetry while watching the pine boughs sway in the wind. Were those poems good? Not in a literary sense. But they helped me think, and they stilled my mind. Lately, I have been writing poetry again. I tend to set it aside while writing fiction. For the summer, I am returning to verse.
What about you? What did you love to do at ten? Is there anyway to add a touch of that back into your adult life?
*originally published on Middle Places