Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Blowing Bubbles--100 Words

Blowing bubbles.

Remember back to your childhood. A spring day. Not a cloud in the sky.

Then, someone found a bottle of bubbles.

You know the bottle, right? The container with bubbles and a wand that didn’t work most of the time. More of the liquid ran down your hand than bubbles flew through the air.

Yet, it was fun. Honest, clean fun.

As adults, we don’t blow bubbles very much.

We are too busy.

Too important.

Too serious.

Bubbles are childish. Silly. Beneath us.

Who said?

Today, I’m going to blow a few bubbles. I don’t care who knows!

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