For a minute, I was transported back a few years to when my kids where younger. They would get together with friends and sit around in a group and play 'Dogs'. That was the name of the game. It was a role playing game where the dogs had names, personalities and roles. They had dogs of all shapes, sizes, colors and breeds. The kids were very particular about which dogs they wanted to purchase. Not just any dog would do. There was lots of inspection and critiquing of the facial features and expressions. Placement of the eyes, the ways the ears laid back, etc. The kids had no need for anything other than the dogs to make the game complete. No props were necessary to play this game. Hours would pass as they sat together in their circle evoking their imagination to transport them into their canine fantasy world. I get a little meloncholy when I think of those days and how they are now just a chapter in my memory book.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Days Gone By
As I ventured into the living room this morning to watch a few minutes of the morning news while getting ready for work, I noticed a small pile of stuffed animal dogs on the floor.
For a minute, I was transported back a few years to when my kids where younger. They would get together with friends and sit around in a group and play 'Dogs'. That was the name of the game. It was a role playing game where the dogs had names, personalities and roles. They had dogs of all shapes, sizes, colors and breeds. The kids were very particular about which dogs they wanted to purchase. Not just any dog would do. There was lots of inspection and critiquing of the facial features and expressions. Placement of the eyes, the ways the ears laid back, etc. The kids had no need for anything other than the dogs to make the game complete. No props were necessary to play this game. Hours would pass as they sat together in their circle evoking their imagination to transport them into their canine fantasy world. I get a little meloncholy when I think of those days and how they are now just a chapter in my memory book.
For a minute, I was transported back a few years to when my kids where younger. They would get together with friends and sit around in a group and play 'Dogs'. That was the name of the game. It was a role playing game where the dogs had names, personalities and roles. They had dogs of all shapes, sizes, colors and breeds. The kids were very particular about which dogs they wanted to purchase. Not just any dog would do. There was lots of inspection and critiquing of the facial features and expressions. Placement of the eyes, the ways the ears laid back, etc. The kids had no need for anything other than the dogs to make the game complete. No props were necessary to play this game. Hours would pass as they sat together in their circle evoking their imagination to transport them into their canine fantasy world. I get a little meloncholy when I think of those days and how they are now just a chapter in my memory book.
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