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New Words

I remember I used to watch the water evaporate on the asphalt behind my house.


I had just learned about the water cycle, and I was fascinated by the whole process. 


I didn’t understand how the sun, something so far away, could have significant impact on our earth. 


To me, it was no more than a giant lamp in the sky.  But now, it lent a new perspective to summer days spent swimming in steaming jungle sidewalks, as water from the garden hose left almost as soon as it touched down, being thrown into the air. 
I had never thought about exactly why the pools of water turned warm, or where they went once our little ocean was gone. It was just something that happened. 


Now, though, having a name for that process, a big name: “evaporation”. I found a new purpose. 


I studied our manmade lakes and waterfalls, a scientist taking notes, mumbling to the wind or whichever brother was nearest. 
I took exhibitions to the pool across the street, theorizing how much sunshine it would take to drain the whole thing in one go. 


I measured cups of water and poured them out to see which puddle took the longest to disappear, nodding solemnly as I jotted down the results. 


Putting a name to something will sometimes take away its magic. That is in part what helps us grow up. And, eventually, I did.


But that day, perhaps feeling the impending adulthood on my horizon, I was content to take notes on the new discovery I’d made. 


I continued to watch the water evaporate, in wispy billows, behind my house. 

4 thoughts on “New Words

  1. I love the memories like that. When I was about 10 years old I would lay on my back in the side yard and look up at the sky through the elm trees. All around me grewwclover little violets and dandelions and to me it was such a peaceful time in such a great memory. Love grandma

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  2. I love the memories like that. When I was about 10 years old I would lay on my back in the side yard and look up at the sky through the elm trees. All around me grewwclover little violets and dandelions and to me it was such a peaceful time in such a great memory.

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    1. Moments like that never leave you. Kids really know how to take it easy, huh? Their biggest worry is how many treasures they can fit in their pockets, or how close they can get to a bumblebee before losing their nerve.

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