Now that I am an adult and a mother of two, I love to sit back and watch my son and daughter have pirate adventures of their own. Since I dressed up as a pirate maiden to hand out candy two Halloweens ago, my kids have been in full pirate mode. For the past couple years, I have endured plenty of pirate dialogue:
Son: “ARGH! Let’s go find us some buried treasure.”
Daughter: “Yes, ARGH!”
Son: “Do you have your sword, matey?”
Daughter: “ARGH, yes, I do!”
Son: “Off we go! AAAAAAAARGH!”
Daughter: “ARGH, let’s go eat with our knives!”
I have also had to contend with more X’s than a teenage girl’s notebook! X’s drawn on paper. X’s constructed with blocks. X’s made of string. X’s scribbled on everything. It’s enough to make anyone go batty!
Most of the time, though, I just smile and remember my own pirate antics. I miss the days when summer clouds became ships sailing off to distance lands. I long for the time when I only needed a stick and a handful of pebbles to be happy and carefree, off on the adventure of a lifetime. The world and its endless possibilities were within my grasp right in my own backyard. Those were the best days to be alive!