Growing up, being around my
cousins was (and still is) a good time. There were a lot of us so, of course,
we were usually sent outside play, which was fine by me.
One of those times, several of us
were running around outside and decided to re-enact The Wizard of Oz (not sure
why, maybe it was the time of year where it had recently played on TV, or maybe
because we were kids and that was all the reason we needed). One of the older
kids assigned characters to each of us; I don’t recall which character I was,
probably a munchkin or monkey…nothing cool like the Tin Man or Oz. Before we
got too far into our characters, we needed to create the tornado scene. My
cousins' house had a hill on one side, and the plan was to roll down the hill
to simulate being in a tornado. So, when we got to that part, we all lined up
at the top of the hill and rolled down. Yes, only Dorothy was in the tornado,
but we were kids and all of us wanted to experience the tornado. After rolling
down the hill, we all got up, dizzy and wobbling into one another. After we got
ourselves together we continued re-enacting the rest of the movie. It was a
very fun and imaginative time. To this day, I remember rolling down that hill
with my arms tucked in, rolling for what seemed like for miles, seeing the sky,
the earth, the sky again, until I reached the bottom.
Many years later while visiting
my cousins, I looked up at “tornado” hill. Thinking back to that day, I walked
to the top of it and with one large step I was at the bottom. The massive hill
of my youth was actually less than 3 feet tall and 3 feet long. Oh, to have the
innocent imagination of a child.
Matthew 18:3 Truly I tell you,
unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the
kingdom of heaven.