The Frog Umbrella

Living in a small country town, I was unable to interact with many children of my own age. I had one best friend, my imagination. We had great times. Jumping from couch to couch avoiding the “lava”, crushing the shells of snails to rid them of their imperfections and most importantly, playing dress up with the new puppy to go to the “shows”.

I remember my favourite prop, the green frog umbrella. I used it wherever I went, to the mall, to America and even down the Red Carpet. I would ride my trusty steed, my dog, and be the proudest with my umbrella.

When it rained in the town, it rained for a short period, but very heavily. I would run into my room, grab my favourite boots and, of course, the umbrella. Running through the house, I would open up the umbrella as soon as my feet hit the outside stairs and jump up and down in the rain. Singing and dancing around, not having a care in the world for what others thought of me.

Growing up with the umbrella, I was able to transport myself into any place or time I wanted. I never cared about what others thought of me because the most important person in my life was my umbrella and my imagination.