To a child riding in a car
everything is bigger
Badder
Stranger
Those giant power lines
Transmission towers
were steel Superheros on massive steroids.
Or something terrifying from outer space!
Imagine these things taking over the world
Walking slowly from right to left
Electrically charged
Shaking the ground beneath them
Destroying everything in their path.
Crushing your house with one steel foot.
“Grandma! Is she okay?”
“I’m afraid she’s slime now, son.”
It becomes an adventure.
Frightening
yet exhilarating
You wish you had brought your Star Trek Phaser gun.
You’d blast them all to smithereens.
The miles of huge billboards out in a field.
Advertising juicy hamburgers big enough for these tower monsters
An hour’s drive to a kid feels like a trip to another planet.
Everything was so much bigger back then.
———————-
Photo by Rodolfo Marques on Unsplash
Whosoever Will, May Come 
When I was little we would just go for a little drive. It was an outing in itself. We counted cars. Most were black back then. My grandchildren count red cars and blue cars. They think a shiny, red, clean car is a fancy car.
LikeLiked by 1 person
We played that car color game too. Wasn’t much to do in the country
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love the imagination of a child 💕
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ain’t it wonderful?
LikeLiked by 1 person
_Yes you had a delightful imagination and still do!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Keeps us young
LikeLike
Yes we made good young people. Somehow being old doesnt fit us. If you know what I mean
LikeLiked by 1 person
Fantastic blog post!
LikeLike
Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
So good.
LikeLike
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure
LikeLike