i remember as a little girl spending all my time creating imaginary worlds with my sisters. we'd decorate our bedroom with a new theme almost every saturday, ranging from "farm land" to "sea world," and everything in between. we'd have giant stuffed animal kings and queens, dressed in blankets for robes and topped with crowns made of paper scribbled yellow with a crayon. that sort of thing. it was very serious creative business.
with a string of colored christmas lights over our bed, i laid down to sleep but ended up just staring at the ceiling watching the lights twinkle. we left them on the entire night. i asked spencer, "what do these lights remind you of?" he shared a story from when he was a kid skateboarding at night during christmas time, and seeing all the lights of his neighbors' homes and feeling happy. for me, it took me right back to a christmas with my sisters when i was probably 7 or 8 - the year my dad brought home a huge box. "do whatever you want with it, girlies!" he said.
the three of us created a little house. we had our bedroom door closed, as we usually did, and quietly slaved away at our creative project for (what seemed like) hours. i'm sure my mom loved the free time - sometimes we were so quiet together i don't even know that people (our three older brothers) even realized we were missing. buzzing with ideas, we'd pass the crayons, scissors and gold foil paper making triangular rooftops and squares for windows in the cardboard. soon the box was transformed into a holiday home lined with brightly colored lights, and we sat inside playing imaginary nativity scenes with our beloved Ty beanie babies. i remember it like it was yesterday. a simple memory. a good memory.