Archive for June 22nd, 2012
When I was a kid, the best gift I ever got was a box. A simple, plain old cardboard box.
I don’t even recall what came in the box because the box was better than the gift itself.
Over the next two weeks the box took me on the most amazing adventures. My particular box could fly, travel underwater, become invisible and morph into whatever I wanted it to be.
I was able to visit outer space in my box where I recall having tea with an extraordinary nice “hippocrockanellieduck” on a purple planet.
I went back in time in my box and witnessed my grandfather winning The Great River Jump. Nobody has ever been able to achieve that feat since according to him.
I won the Cape to Cairo motorcar rally in my box, beating out more expensive and faster rally vehicles.
I hid from a nasty thunderstorm in the box.
I kissed the girl from across the street in the box.
I got slapped by the girl from across the street in the box.
During that time I was spared certain death from a killer Parktown Prawn (a red cockroach) that chased me into the box and held me hostage for at least three minutes before my mom perfumed it into submission with a full can of deodorant spray. (My box smelled pretty good for a while after that.)
I flew three missions over Germany during the Blitzkrieg and shot down four Stuka Dive Bombers in my box.
I hid in the box when my dad lost his job and my mother was crying.
I smiled in the box when my dad climbed into the box with me and held me and told me everything was going to be okay.
And it was.