Underwear’s Abandon

Gentlemen, Ladies; Take a look at your underwear. As you examine the materials and schemes of them, ask yourself: If I had a shirt made out of this material, would I wear it? Then, ask yourself: If I had a pair of pants made out of this material, would I wear them? Then: If I had a hat made out of this fabric, would I wear it? The likely answer to all of these little questions is No, no I wouldn’t. Why? Well it’s obvious isn’t it. Underwear is all about the secret person underneath. Seriously, you could wear stuff that matched your style, but instead, most of us, wear underwear that has tacky patterns on them. It’s the very fabric we wouldn’t dare wear on the outside,..but oh! on this inside…..Well, drape me in the stuff. Lacy boy shorts with pink and purple hearts on it?….SpongeBob SquarePants print?…Camouflage Rambo shorts?….And that’s just what’s in my drawer. Think about all those other closet freaks out there, with there unspeakables speaking unspeakable things!
Funny then that we choose to wear, what we would never wear on the outside, underneath

I Remember When I Fit In a Tonka Truck

When I was young I had a Tonka dump truck, that, when I carefully kneeled, I could fit into the box of. It’s width and length were perfect for my small, bent legs to fit in to. The cool metal feel of it while it first touched my skin; the scratched and flaking yellow paint; the clumsy plastic wheels loping along the brown carpet of the hallway as I pulled myself along. It all added up to an insignificantly wonderful experience. It didn’t seem like a big deal when I couldn’t fit in it anymore, though I would still try to wedge myself in. Now it seems like a big deal that I ever DID fit in the Tonka truck. I’ve seen them at other people’s homes and in kids’ rooms during my adult life and have been wowed by their size compared to my own.

The Tonka truck probably arrived as a birthday present when I was 3; 4 maybe. Today I've turned 27 years old; I have no regrets though
I’d love to wedge back into that truck box;
to crawl into my mother’s lap;
to climb short trees and feel as though I were suspended in space;
to be happiest when I have candy;
to be fascinated by bugs and rocks and…;
to be unaware of the limits of my own yard or the woods behind the house;
to sit, three-wide, with my sisters in a chair;
to be soooo excited about tomorrow;
to love visiting grandma’s house;
to stay up late, watching MASH with my parents, then fake sleep so I can be carried up to bed;
to be tucked in, kissed, and easily loved

Let’s go back to that time. Someone, with me - Let’s go back to that time please.