A Child's Desire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: The Imaginarium
A child dealing with the temptations of life.

Submitted: June 07, 2019

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Do not touch.

It can be a hard rule to follow, and it’s been a difficult one since the beginning. You know, because everyone has heard of Adam and Eve right? Of course, I don’t understand why they gave in. They broke a rule to eat apples from a special tree. But apples are overrated! They always seem watery to me and they’re usually the type of sweet that only satisfies old people on diets. Granny Smith apples are ok, but I don’t really like the color green. So, whenever Mom says be healthy with apples, I’m the sort of kid that says, “Just the juice please!”

I struggled with other uses of the “do not touch” rule. Like brownies. I love chocolate! But that’s not healthy enough to make a meal of it—according to Mom… But my uncle—he’s big bad chef—believes your body knows what is good for it and craves the good stuff. And I mean bad in the good way… He was talking about fake sugar at the time, but I think brownies deserve the same consideration.

But I don’t know the same struggle with brownies exactly because I get to eat them one a day, after being healthy. I got to eat protein. Then vitamin filled vegetables or fruit. And then brownies are the great finish that makes me dream the rest of day and some of tomorrow for the next slice. A bigger slice if I’m lucky. So I learn patience.

The line my desires aren’t allowed to cross is that of Dad’s toy collection. He has all sorts of good stuff from Batman to G.I. Joe’s. But he doesn’t play with them. He says they’re worth money… Of course, I don’t understand the value of money if it stops you from playing with the best toys of Dad’s generation.

I still hold out though. I want to listen and behave, but then I walk into my room and my little brother is already trying to open up Batman with a butter knife. He has the box laid out across the bottom bunk of our bed. Wow, some toy packaging is almost child proof! The angel on my right shoulder falls into the dunking booth. “Mick, you’re just punching holes in the box. Let me open it for you.”

Excitement filled me as I saw all of Batman’s special tools. He was going to bring justice about our toybox with a batarang and his mighty fist. The fantasy was so real that I could hardly hear the footsteps carrying into the room.

Dad finds us and a calm anger starts to brew inside him. “Johnny, what do you have to say for yourself?”

I froze trying to think of something to say. He started it—never worked, so maybe I would try a great television line. “I plea the fifth…”


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