A child's only limitations are those imposed on their imaginations. Growing up in the country with two siblings and a close cousin right down the road offered me no end of play time and fun games. However, I found some of my most memorable childhood episodes are those involving only myself.
A movie came out in '96 or '97 by the name of Harriet the Spy, maybe you've heard of it? After watching it I took a great interest in spy work, since Michelle Tractenburg made it look so fantastical and fun. So I grabbed a handy little notepad, my mom's binoculars, some darkish clothes and unleashed my skills on my neighborhood.
Unlike Michelle's, my neighbors were extremely dull. I observed one fix the roof of a shelter he was building, another ride a bike down the road, and a third sit on his porch and sip Mountain Dew. Hardly hard-hitting stuff, so I had to spice it up for my notebook! I remember observing the bike rider as being very suspicious and most likely a military operative. The man on the roof also became a shady character with top secret military weapons hidden on his person and he was maintaining communication with the bike rider through a gadget inserted in both their brains. The man on the porch ...remained the man on the porch, though I remarked that perhaps his Mountain Dew had been poisoned.
I continued my spying in this fashion for a couple hours before my cousin came up and we started spying on boys instead, not half as interesting as the game I'd been so involved in before but I'd never have admitted it at the time.
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