Boxes · 30 November 2006

My dad used to say that he could save bundles of money if he just wrapped up boxes for birthdays and Christmas instead of buying gifts for us kids. After all, we would play with the toys for a little while, then abandon them for the boxes that could be space ships, time machines, forts, houses, or almost anything. So I had to stop when I saw an empty box in the hall at work one day. It was big enough for me to fit in and I paused for a moment and looked around as I seriously considering getting into it. If I had been sure that I was the only one there, I probably would have gotten in and buckled up for a quick ride.

I laughed to myself as I thought about flying down a hill at top speed in that one-man bobsled. I thought what fun it would be to be in that sleek race car waving at others as I zoomed by so fast. I thought about being a test pilot in a super-sonic airplane or an astronaut on a rocket to the moon. Thoughts of being in any speedy vehicle raced through my mind. I looked around one more time but decided that I was not there early enough to be sure that I would not get caught. Of course, it never occurred to me that nobody could catch me in that super-sonic transport as I raced through the halls of the school.

That couple seconds hesitation as I decided not to take a physical trip back to my childhood was still enough time to make me chuckle and smile. I may really have only thought about sliding down an icy hill in that box as I considered jumping into it but I knew then exactly why my kids and perhaps all kids say thanks for the toy and then play for hours with and in the box while the same brand new toy sits idly with the packing (and perhaps wrapping) materials.

Next time that I see a big box in the hall, maybe I will jump in and take a trip to the moon. Or at least back in time. It does not matter who catches me.

© 2006 Michael T. Miyoshi

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Published 30 November 2006 in The RiverCurrentNews


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