The following is in response to Ree Strickland’s “My List of Longing and Impossibility.”
I really liked this piece of flash prose because it is about the speakers yearning to be a kid again. I think we all have this feeling every now and then with the responsibilities of being an adult start to feel heavy on our shoulders. There is this flash of insight at the end that implies that children are naïve—“the world is waiting, breathless, for me to arrive.” I like the repeating element of the phrase “I want.” The repetition builds tension.
Strickland gives us a lot of great images in this short that depict the “invincibility of childhood.” I particularly adore the image of him playing in the dirt—“unaware of how filthy I’m getting, unconscious of the coal-colored crescents under my fingernails.” I can relate; my brother and I used to play in the dirt all the time when we were kids. We weren’t digging up potatoes though.