Sidewalk chalk, jump rope, hopscotch and a bicycle. The only things needed to keep any 8 year old happy for hours upon hours or even days upon days. The simplicity of happiness is never forgotten when I see an old photo or come across my favorite childhood toy. It’s funny how one thing instantly brings you back to your happiest moments growing up.
This morning, I came across an old cassette tape. It was a recording of my brothers and I playing “DJ and dance party” in our basement when we were growing up. I instantly looked for an old radio that could play it but when I anxiously pressed play, it no longer worked. After a little bit of let down, I realized it didn’t matter that the old cassette sounded like a faster rendition of Alvin and the Chipmunks, I remembered that moment in our basement very clearly.
My brother blasted tunes like Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer while giving the play by play of our dance off. Whoever could pull off MC Hammer’s moves with the baggiest pants would win. I worked that ice cold basement floor like I was auditioning for Club MTV, all while trying to show up both of my brothers of course. In my mind, I always won. After all, I was taking tap and jazz lessons on a weekly basis.Too legit to quit, my friends…too legit to quit.
Now that I am older, I find myself looking for happiness from the big things in life . Career, house, car, vacations….the list goes on. I rarely appreciate the small pieces of happiness that happen every hour of everyday. The next time I get down on something, I’m going to think back to simplicity. In the form of a dance off in a cold basement. Do you need anything more?
I definitely need to raid my parents pictures next time I’m at their house because this is the only picture I have of me as a child with one of my brothers at my house. Sorry you’re not in it Addy!