Shiny Happy People Holding Hands
"You realize the sun doesn't go down. It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round."
-The Flaming Lips
"Those aren't real fireflies! They're just lights!"
-Taylor Terry, age 7 & 3/4
Why is everything like a zillion times more important when you're with small children? Seriously, I don't think I've ever been so fascinated with Saran wrap.
Tonight I went to the Fantasy in Lights at Callaway Gardens with my folks and a few of our Lowell United Methodist friends and their young'uns. There was a significant age gap between me and the rest of the people with us. We had the parental types (most of the people we were with practically raised me), the grandparental types, and the small human types (ages 4 to 10). I was definitely the odd ball, stuck in my cynicism. I feel like there's kind of a continuum with things like that. The munchkins are experiencing everything for the first time, so riding through a light bulb forest singing Christmas carols with an automated horse named Snowflake is the coolest thing ever--because it is! The college student, of course, is completely jaded by all of her "world experience." And the mid-40s plus crowd has come full circle. They're just happy they don't have to drive the big trolly thingy. They get to sit and be irresponsible for an hour, and if they get to look at a 600 Watt representation of Santa's workshop while they do it, then hells yeah.
Wouldn't it be nice if the world was still new?
Whooooooah there Snowflake.
-The Flaming Lips
"Those aren't real fireflies! They're just lights!"
-Taylor Terry, age 7 & 3/4
Why is everything like a zillion times more important when you're with small children? Seriously, I don't think I've ever been so fascinated with Saran wrap.
Tonight I went to the Fantasy in Lights at Callaway Gardens with my folks and a few of our Lowell United Methodist friends and their young'uns. There was a significant age gap between me and the rest of the people with us. We had the parental types (most of the people we were with practically raised me), the grandparental types, and the small human types (ages 4 to 10). I was definitely the odd ball, stuck in my cynicism. I feel like there's kind of a continuum with things like that. The munchkins are experiencing everything for the first time, so riding through a light bulb forest singing Christmas carols with an automated horse named Snowflake is the coolest thing ever--because it is! The college student, of course, is completely jaded by all of her "world experience." And the mid-40s plus crowd has come full circle. They're just happy they don't have to drive the big trolly thingy. They get to sit and be irresponsible for an hour, and if they get to look at a 600 Watt representation of Santa's workshop while they do it, then hells yeah.
Wouldn't it be nice if the world was still new?
Whooooooah there Snowflake.