What category would you pick if asked to come up with a category in like 5 seconds. Back in my youth there was a game we would play called Categories. It was a game where you would go in a circle snap your fingers two times and begin…
“Categories” (said during two more snaps)
(snap) “Dog breeds” (snap)
(snap) “Go” (snap)
Then you would continue in the circle of people taking turns coming up with dog breeds or whatever the category was. You always had to be ready with a new answer in just two snaps. If you were deep in a category and running short on things to say, just say categories again and pick a new category. It doesn’t sound too bad, but just two snaps is a very short amount of time if someone just said what you were going to say.
It was a fun game, frustrating at times, but it would almost always end in giggles as we stumbled over words trying to say something before the snaps were over. The memories a single word can trigger are sometimes surprising. Did you have any games from your youth that you remember fondly?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – category
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My eye sight is fading
My hearing not the best
My skin is dry and spotted
With marks I haven’t seen yet
My hair is now grey
My face has wrinkles
My energy is out the window
With no indication it will ever return
…it seems just yesterday
I was in my youth
Dancing and laughing
And surrounded by friends and family
With age comes changes
Both good and bad
All I can do is
Muddle through the best I can
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – youth
The daily prompt of youth has me stumped. I have thrown words around for a poem. Tried to draw on the good and bad of my childhood. And even looking to a child of war in the news this week. The backspace won on all those issues. Youth, especially mine, is not an easy subject for me.
I was shy… so much so even a trip to visit grandparents, aunts and uncles I saw only twice a year would see me become extremely withdrawn. I think now looking back on it, it may have been early signs of my anxiety disorder showing through. I would hide behind my parents and have to be persuaded to speak. One on one would take at least a full day before I would open up much.
Being the shy kid at school also had its effects. I had few friends and would be picked last for team play in gym. I would always get marks on my report card to speak up and join in more. I just couldn’t, I was too terrified to be wrong. I was convinced the entire class would laugh at me. I hated reading time when we took turns reading out loud as I would stumble on words and usually hear at least one snicker in the classroom.
Just writing about the memories I feel my chest tighten and a little of that fear return. But I know what it is now. I can safely go back and look at the pain with a little knowledge. It give me a little validation for how I felt back then. And to know all the times I heard people tell me to “just get over it” were wasted words and not something broken in me.
Remember not to push the next generation. At least now we have more of an understanding of anxiety and depression issues in children as well as adults. It is not something to be shy about. On my depression and anxiety I will not shy away from speaking the truth. I am getting help and know I am not alone. None of us are. (((HUGS)))