The children, who are now young adults, walk back and forth from room to room, never giving much thought to the glory days of pretend concrete, grass, water and stages.
That was, up until a few months ago, when with great fanfare and excitement, my daughter, Bernadette and her friend, Ashley, plopped down on the carpet in the middle of the living room and began sifting through boxes and scrapbooks.
They were chuckling together, reminiscing about Ashley’s wedding, and placing photographs, invitations, and color schemes in a small pile in hopes of finding the perfect ideas to share with their friend, Katie, who will be getting married in October 2014.
“The old days were back,” I thought to myself, “Oh, happy day.”
Although the girls, now 22 years old, were collecting wedding ideas for Katie, I somehow saw shadows of Bernadette and Ashley hopping on those couch-pillow rocks and working on elementary school projects.
I decided that night that inanimate objects are just as much a part of our lives and our imaginations as the people we know, the feelings we possess, and the thoughts we share.
Which brings me to Spanish artist Pablo Picasso, who once said the following: “I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.”
And for just a little while that night, the carpet, now over 20 years old, was something more than just a carpet.
Alvia Lewis Frey is a columnist for the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached at email@example.com.