The Magic of Childhood, or is it Spiritual?
- Teresa Arrowood
- Mar 14, 2018
- 2 min read

Now before you label me crazy, think about this. Have you had an experience you can’t explain? When I was a little girl, we lived in the country in a small white house. Back then there were few houses in the area. The ones that were there were at least a half mile away. At that time there was no such thing as a stereo, at least not one that you could hear music from another home.
In the summer I would play in the yard, something most kids no longer do. They are too wrapped up in television, cellphones and other electronics. I had dolls and balls but it was little toy cars I had I took to the end of the drive to play with. Down by the tile I can remember sitting and playing for hours in the grass, gravel and dirt. I made a road out of dirt and gravel, trees out of grass and moss, and snow out of rubbing sand stones together. The area had flowers and my dad’s garden and it made for a perfect playground. Back then you didn’t have to worry about people picking up your children or if there was something that would harm them, unless it was a scrapped knee or a sunburn. I can remember sitting there and playing for hours. I can remember hearing music then, I can still remember it. It had a sweet melody. If I had describe it, it would be a mix between a music box and carousel calipee. Me being an only child, kept me company for many summer days. I don’t know if I went back there if I would hear it again, but it has been seared into my memory to this day.
I want to make it clear that the nearest residence was a half a mile away and there was no such thing as boom-box, transistor or cellphones to play music. This was not of this world. I believe that. I have heard my grandmother say many times that you need to be kind to people as you may be entertaining angels. I still wonder to this day if I was being entertained by angels. I miss it. I miss that time and would love to hear that sweet melody and to share it with those that have never heard it. It was happy and up lifting. Joyful.
I didn’t share this with mother until a year or two ago. Honestly, I figured if I shared anything remotely like this people would think I had gone totally off my rocker. Was there something spiritual about? I don’t know. Since there is no explanation to it I would assume that yes it was.
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