My Spirited Child
For as long as I can remember, there lives an invisible
very feisty little girl in my mind. She doesn’t care about how loud her voice is or how her wild ideas interrupt what goes on in this world. For example, I
remember at a very young age lying in my crib and needing to take a nap while she would be squeezing out between the
bars and running all over the house. Or while I was coloring in the lines of a
coloring book, she would yell at me to color wildly outside the lines and around the entire
page! We’d fight. I tried to snuff her
out, but she always managed to always be right here in my head always talking
and hoping I would listen. Finally I
just learned to ignore her. I live very well in this world without her. Thank-you very much! Invisible though she
may be, I am still the visible one.
