There are two muffins in an oven. One muffin turns to the other muffin and says, “Boy, it’s hot in here.” The other muffin says, “OH MY GOSH A TALKING MUFFIN!”
Yup, it’s me again, Andy! How’s it going everyone? Well Doodyhead decided to take another bunch of days off from writing in here again. This time it’s because he’s going to Chicago to see one of his friends (as if he really has any!) who lives there now. Anyways, I’m kind of excited because I get to pick out the thoughts for the day for the next couple of entries instead of Andrew. So I’m going to make sure each are aimed at appreciating kids everywhere just like me.
But in the meantime, what I’d like to do for today’s entry is start telling a story of my own creation. You see, creativity is so important and children often have that stifled by their parents, especially when they have a lot of problems like mine did. That’s why I’m so glad Andrew has allowed me to do things like this in his blog because there were many times in the past when I was more focused on pleasing my parents than being creative. So I hope you like this story that I’m about to begin. But if you don’t, then maybe you’re just a doodyhead too! 🙂
Andy’s Woodsy Adventure – Chapter 1
It was one of those days when I just wanted to be outside. The sky was blue and there weren’t any clouds to be seen. The temperature on the thermometer read close to 70 degrees on this Saturday in early June.
Saturday was normally the only day of the week that I ever got to spend a good bit of time outside behind my house exploring the adjacent woods. I really looked forward to doing this each week because of all the friends I hung out with in there. You see my friends aren’t actually those kids in my neighborhood playing games and riding their bikes around with each other. Those guys generally just make fun of me and tend to think I’m rather strange because I talk to the trees and plants and insects and create my own world out there in the woods. But that’s ok because I don’t think much about them at all once I cross the edge of the grass in my backyard and enter that first row of trees aligning the woods.
My thoughts of those kids quickly evaporated as I raced out my backdoor to begin my weekly adventure, My mother who was busily reading her latest and most likely quite boring romance novel shouted that I needed to be home by 5pm before the door came to a complete close. I quickly glanced down at my red watch that had a lightning bolt in its center to see how much time I had left. It was only 1pm, plenty of time I thought…
It wasn’t long before the sticks from fallen branches were crunching beneath my feet as I entered the darker canopy of the surrounding woods. I immediately headed south towards an area that had become my fort of sorts over time. I guess you could say it was more of a solid structure because it was a gigantic odd-shaped rock I had found sitting there deep in the thick of the woods last year. The rock itself was close to 30 feet high and 100 feet wide and at its base lay the place I did most of my exploring and playing. I always wondered how this huge monstrosity got to be in the middle of a forest all by itself. Sometimes I liked to pretend it housed an alien spacecraft either inside or beneath it and other times I imagined wizards used it long ago. But more than not, I just found ways to create my own fantasy world with the rock being at the center of it.
By the time I reached it, I glanced down at my watch again and saw it was already 1:30. Thankfully, I still had plenty of time to do the task I wanted to take on today. I had brought a small shovel to accomplish it because I wanted to dig directly in front of a section on the rock where there were several strange markings. They had always been there since I had first discovered the large boulder and although I had assumed it was just some graffiti made by a few of those neighborhood kids, I had decided I was still going to pretend I was digging for buried treasure.
I had once watched a bunch of workers a few years ago dig out some holes in my backyard when they built our porch, but I never knew how much work it actually was.
“Phew! This is totally exhausting!” I said aloud as if the birds were listening overhead.
Note to self. Never do a job in life that ever involves digging any huge holes!!!
An hour passed by with me eagerly digging away, which was beginning to take its toll on me since I had yet to find anything interesting at all. I was also covered with dirt from head to toe that I’m sure my mother wasn’t going to be all too happy about. While I had dug considerably deeper than I thought I could, I was about to throw my shovel down in sheer frustration when…
“CLAAAAANNNNGGGGGG”….
The sound rang out all around me making my heart suddenly skip a beat.
Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson
