A whole fifteen consecutive minutes of nothing to do has turned her world upside down and inside out.
You’re telling me you’re bored? Oh really. My dear child, you have no idea what bored is!
You do not know bored until you’ve spent all of July and August with nothing to do.
You do not know bored until sleepover camp means a night in the pup tent in your friend’s backyard.
You do not know bored until you spend an entire morning picking dandelions or daisies all by yourself.
You do not know bored until ‘pool time’ means a twirly sprinkler with ice cold water … or no twirly sprinkler at all and just the water hose .
You don’t know bored until the highlight of your afternoon is waiting for the ice cream trike to pass by at 3 o’clock in the afternoon …. and it’s only just past noon.
You do not know bored until you endure CBC children’s television broadcasting in the ’60’s in rural Québec.
You do not know bored until the only music you could listen to was CJSS AM radio.
You do not know bored until you’ve watched Brady Bunch re-runs.
You don’t know bored until movie night comes once a year and AppleTV is still a Fisher Price toy.
You do not know bored until your mom tells you to go outside to play and not return until lunch time or there’ll be hell to pay.
You do not know bored until the fourth consecutive rainy day on a camping trip.
You do not know bored until you’ve ridden to Timmins and back in the back seat of a Ford LTD with three siblings and nothing more to pass the time than a used set of paper doll cut-outs (with some of the tabs worn off), and a single Nancy Drew book.
You do not know bored until you’ve ridden to Toronto in the back seat of the same Ford LTD and your mom has forbidden anyone to speak since -oh – about 15 minutes into the trip!
Oh no, my dear. You do not know bored. Now, go find something to do or I’ll find you something to do (evermore the ageless cue to scram)!
What did your ‘bored’ look like?