Thursday, March 01, 2007

The Light in the Meadow


When my very best friend, Craig, and I were about 12, we went exploring. We took two bananas and a few skipping rocks we'd been collecting. We followed the riverbank to its end past the Schneider's red brick house. At the end the ground was wet from the water, and we saw a dead carp -- a gold one -- that had washed up to die exposed in the wet mud. We stood a few feet from it, at the end of the river looking back toward my house over the water, pretending we were aliens and wondering what might be in those boxes down the riverbank across the grass.

After we skipped a few stones over the water, we'd decided to go on into the forest. Maybe we'd finally find the perfect location for that treehouse that every kid dreams of. Or maybe we'd just dream one up where we wanted it.

On this day we were talking of King Arthur and Merlin. We were wishing Merlin could make us into falcons. We imagined ourselves flying over the trees, looking for a mouse for our dinner. We checked out every tree, every hole, every bush around, above, below us. I even picked some yellow buttercups. Partway into the peninsula, we saw the amazing band of light shine down between the trees.

Craig took my hand and we walked slowly toward the lighted meadow. Nothing special or different was there. Only the light had made it special. We ate our bananas and watched as we sat under a nearby tree.

It was a young adult novel. It was sacred. It was 12-year-old romantic. I'll never tell whether that was time he kissed me.
--me strauss Letting me be

8 comments:

Lars Doornbos said...

Lovely story! As a former leader of a treehouse I can totally find me in this story. I had many, many girfriends...

Dawn said...

Oh Liz. I so love your imagination. Thanks for the ride. I enjoyed this.

Roberta S said...

He did so kiss you. I saw him do it. I wouldn't have seen it if you had moved a little way out of the light in the meadow. :)

travis said...

What a precious memory. It's to bad that as we get older that many of us stop imagining and continuing these magical experiences.

ME Strauss said...

Hi lars!
Thank you I have a feeling I'm lucky not to have been one in a long line of girlfriends. I bet I would have fallen hard for you. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Dawn,
It is a story based on a real event, and no I won't tell even you. :)

ME Strauss said...

Ah Roberta!
I thought I heard a noise behind us in the leaves. So! That was you. Hmmmm. Did you have a crush on Craig then?

ME Strauss said...

Hi Travis,
So wonderful to see you! Yes imagination is what keeps us alive and fills our hearts with hopeful thoughts.