Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Sometimes I’m surprised at what these one-word prompts bring to mind.
I remember going to visit friends when I was just about five or six years old. They were my parent’s friends, really. I even remember their names. Cliff and Alice. I remember they had a son, a very kind young man, who had what I later learned was a permanent tracheotomy. I don’t remember why he had it.
The other things I remember include an adorable set of paper dolls that I loved to play with. But most of all, I remember two tiny metal Scottie dogs, one white and one black. They had a silver bar in which their feet were embedded, and the bar was magnetized. I was fascinated by they way they were drawn to each other by those magnets. I also remember putting one of the dogs on top of a metal table that had a permanent place in the enclosed porch, and the other dog underneath. I would move the bottom dog to control where the top dog went, and I made up stories as I manipulated them.
Not understanding the physics of magnetism yet, I was fascinated by the immediate bonding if I held them so their bases would click together; but try as I might, when I held them nose to nose they repelled each other and I could feel the force of that. When I finally did manage to touch their noses together, they would immediately click to the magnetized bar.
It seemed magical to my imaginative six-year-old mind. I entertained myself for hours over the years we went to visit Cliff and Alice.
I wonder if they knew how much I loved those tiny little dogs.