Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Theme 5

My brother Derek and I raced across the gravel entrance to the wooden park. Derek led the way in with me close on his but. We had decided that today we were going to find the mystery room, no matter what.

Derek and I had been coming to the park next to the Rockland Rec building for a few years. Our Dad would bring us here and set us lose so he could talk to any woman that happened to be near by. On one of these such outings, Derek (age 4) and me (age 5) found a room that we had never come across before. Many visits and countless searching since that one day had turned up nothing. Finally, Derek and I were at the end of our young minds rope trying to search for it individually. We decided to combat this together.

We raced across wooden bridges that bowed in the middle, swung hand over hand on the monkey bars, crawled through giant tires all in pursuit of this mystery room. Derek and I took our time as we searched. We looked in every nook and cranny that our small bodies could wiggle through.

"Hey, I found it!" Derek called. I wiggled my body out of a tight spot and hurried back to where I has assigned him to look. I found the opening and crawled through. Derek and I sat in a small open area that resembled a large box. One quick look around and we both new that Derek had called out before investigating throughly.

"This ain't it," I said. "It needs a bench along the side."

Derek and I set out on our pursuit again. We passed Dad talking to some lady on the wooden picnic tables, her kid jumping around on the stadium style sets leading up to the picnic area. I charged up the steps right in front of the picnic tables to race further in the structure. I climbed two sets of steps and stopped. I looked in a hole to my right and found a rectangular room with a bench on the left side. My eyes popped open as I took in the room, the mysterious elusive room.

"Bubby! I found it!" I yelled to Derek. Derek came charging back down the steps I had only gone half up. He stopped beside me and gazed in to. We climbed in the room together and investigated every nook and cranny.

Hours later our Dad called to us that it was time to go home. Derek and I left our discovery with determined minds to remember where the room was next time we came. To this day I believe I have a vauge idea where the room is, if the park is still standing.

1 comment:

johngoldfine said...

Finding the hidden room/buried treasure/secret passage/frozen princess/golden city/fountain of youth/philosopher's stone/etc is certainly a traditional story-type.

But to me, this is a different story, one that you never really tell--it's a sitcom. This is the story of a single dad, trying to make time with any woman who'll talk to him and using his kids as bait.... But they come running up at just the wrong moments, and he has to deal with them when he was just about to 'close the deal' with Ms. Right.

:)