Peter, Paul, & Mary’s song, “Puff, the Magic Dragon,” has always touched my heart. It was a lyrical tale of what happens… of losing those childhood magical things… when we grow up. Little Jackie Paper grew up and Puff, his abandoned “magical dragon,” died.
“His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave,
So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.”
Every time that I hear this song, I think back to my childhood when everything was magical. When we were left to our own creative devices called imagination.
As a child, I loved pansies because I could see their faces and I pretended they were talking to me. While playing in my bedroom, I lined them up in little Dixie cup that were filled with water, placed them right beside my doll babies, and then I pretended that I was teaching all of them. Don’t remember what I was teaching, but I do remember grading their papers.
My home in North Carolina was located by a golf course and on one of the holes, there was a secret little woods area where lots of us would go to play. There was a little creek with long vines that swung back and forth across the creek. Some of us loved looking for frogs, while others loved to swing back and forth across the creek, just like Tarzan. One day, I rubbed poison ivy all over my arms and face. Oh my, was I sorry!
This was a special time in the 1950s and 60s, when we could actually play outside at night. I remember the crisp night air in the late springtime and the smell of being dirty and sweaty after playing outdoors. It was a period of innocence before the tumultuous 1960s changed our lives and our society.
I’m one of the “earlier” Boomers, by birthright, and much of my teenage and college years were spent during the explosive 60s and early 70s. At that time, there was a bunch of us kids-at-heart that believed we could change the world for the better. Many things have changed, some for the better, and many not.
But the purpose of this BLOG is to revisit the magic of childhood and of our everyday lives, and to bring it back. This is what will ground us as we embark upon the cross currents and muddied waters of the next decades.
Welcome. Come join my journey … what are your memories from childhood? Let’s tap into that magical pool of imagination.