Just My Imagination Running Away With Me

When I was a kid in grammar school, I used to have a habit of sitting upside down by our local fishing pier on Friday and Saturday afternoons every spring and summer.  It was my way of thinking and clearing my head.

 

 

I was never even the least bit good at sports, and I never enjoyed them anyway, so I needed a really distinctive way to spend my free time when other boys were playing baseball and football.

 

 

I often took my books with me so I could do my homework when no one was looking.  It always drove my parents crazy when I told them I didn’t have anything to do on nights when other kids always seemed to have tons of studying to get done.  It was sort of a minor practical joke.

 

 

Frequently my mind would wander.  It was around 1970 so there was no internet.  My imagination could freak out completely.  I developed quite a wide variety of alter egos.  I often would have several simultaneous conversations with all kinds of different fictional characters I’d created.  We shared many inside jokes and distinctive mannerisms.  

 

 

There was, however, one strangely annoying catch to all this underground adventure.  Occasionally, in my real life, my offbeat hidden adventures would, in ways I couldn’t control, find their way into my normal circumstances.  I could often count upon my other personalities and friends to show up uninvited. 

 

 

Often I could spontaneously say something in the voice of a forty year old French underground spy, or the Queen of Luxembourg.  There was no end or limit to my unexpected spontaneous silliness.

 

 

To this day I still remember those much more adventurous times of yore. Naturally I’m quite a bit older now, so I don’t expect anything like that to happen anytime soon again.  I don’t dare sit upside down anywhere near a body of water though.

Please join D.B.MCNICOL each Friday for his Friday Foto Flash Fiction.

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Just My Imagination Running Away With Me

  1. DB McNicol says:

    I browsed your site until I found this story. I will add it to my list of links – I’m so sorry I had to delete the link you submitted but the URL you entered was for my site, not this post.

    This story is so bittersweet and I’m sure many of us, me included, recognize ourselves.

    Liked by 1 person

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