wednesday wanderings- blogword: Two

when we were children, we played games for hours and hours- we wouldnt stop or take a break till, in fear of being caught, we would shout- two times! which would automatically signal to the gang that for those few moments, we were unapproachable- we needed time out- we had to be given space- in those moments none of the rules applied-we just took it as it came- either sat down breathing heavily, or just stood around relaxed because we knew no one could touch us. None of the gang gave us a hard time for it, no one questioned it, and absolutely no one held it against us. it was a ritual religiously followed and accepted.

Grown up now and acknowledging that the games are over, the one thing i miss is being able to stop in the middle of the worst of situations, the most horrible of binds and shout out -
TWO TIMES! and know that everyone will move back and i will be given my space to BE, for as long as i want.