Oh yes I’m the great pretender.
I have always loved to pretend, and yes, even at the rotten (not really feeling ripe anymore) old age of almost 63 I still pretend. I
hope think that’s normal. In today’s high-tech world I think it is an admirable trait to see in children. Adults… well that’s another story I guess.
As a kid, I had a lot of time to fill. I grew up before Little League, gymnastics, dance classes, swim teams, and other activities became the norm. We did have a black and white TV,but I didn’t spend much time watching. Shows for children were limited and my mother wisely turned it off and we watched mainly in the evening as a family.
I had the basic toys; I had a couple of dolls and clothes for them. My brother and I always had bikes and sleds and my favorite uncle bought us a pogo stick which my mother was sure would result in the loss of all of our front teeth. I had a rope swing that hung from the tree in our yard. I had a small plastic swimming pool in the summer that was maybe 6 inches deep. Most of the time I was outdoors because my parents were farmers and that’s where they spent much of their time. I walked back to the woods and to a nearby river. When Mom and Dad were planting or harvesting, my brother and I went along and had to entertain ourselves in the middle of a soon-to-be-planted or harvested corn or soybean field. Most of the time I was alone, so I pretended. I had imaginary friends that I played with and talked to much of the time.
I think that’s why I still enjoy alone time. I never have trouble finding things to do by myself. And I still pretend. I really like to replay conversations I have with others that
in my opinion didn’t go well. I pretend I say all those things I shouldn’t say but really want to. I am actually quite clever…. after the fact.
A couple of months ago when we were in the midst of farming and I was running meals to and fro in our old beat-up pickup truck, I kept having this fantasy about being in a country music video. There I am driving my pickup truck through a field with dust blowing behind me, racing toward a tractor with a handsome young farmer operating it. (This part is actually true… well, maybe not the “young” part but it sounds better than a handsome old farmer. I come screeching (can you screech in the middle of a plowed field?) to a halt and the young/old farmer jumps/climbs off the tractor and runs/walks up to greet me with a big grin and a big cowboy hat/dirty ball cap in his hand.
“Howdy ma’am” he drawls. “I sure am hankerin’ for a drink of ice-cold sweet tea.” He watches me pour the tea into a tall glass filled with ice and flashes me a grin. His muscles are quite visible through his plaid cowboy shirt. I return the smile sweetly and shyly and my long blonde hair blows across my face….
“Hey, what are you so happy about?” I am snatched back to reality by my husband’s voice…. “Got any tea?”
“Oh I’m just glad to see you…. “
Yes, that’s me… the Great Pretender….. music fades….as we walk hand in hand across the field.