Last night the kids drew a big chalk town complete with a movie theatre, library and waterslide park. My daughter proceeded to deliver newspapers to each of the addresses along the route. It became a very intricate game and the construction of new addresses was steady throughout the evening. It occurred to me that her generation of kids will likely be the very last for it to even occur to pretend to be a newspaper deliverer. The kids born in the coming years likely won't even come into contact with newspapers that you can buy off a shelf, let alone ones that get delivered to your home.
We talk to ourselves everyday, all day (and night) for the whole of our lives. We started talking to ourselves before we knew we were a self, we forget what we said because we forget everything from before...when we were too young and busy developing our brain to remember those early years. There is still lingering residue of long forgotten conversations I have had with myself as a toddler sitting around in the crevices...sloughing off occasionally into words I tell myself still. We talk non-stop, and not just with dialogue. Our goosebumps communicate to us, our tingly feelings, our neurons, our peripheal vision. They are all submitting data into our self and expecting us to react, respond or all to often, expecting what they are sending us will be ignored. After all that talking, you'd think we'd know what we think about most things, but occasionally we are stumped. Unless we stop what we are doing and really concentrate sometimes that voice(s) ...
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