The Cardboard Box
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The Cardboard Box
Dawn Wed Dec 31, 2008 6:08 pm
THE CARDBOARD BOX.
Our new refrigerator came in a cardboard box.
It was the biggest box any of us had ever seen--over six feet tall! Our entire family could fit inside it without being squashed. We could jump up and down inside it and it barely sagged! To our childlike eyes it was a mountain to climb, a tunnel to explore, a new world to discover. To our mother's eyes it was a big piece of trash.
We played in it, on it and around it the entire day. We shut ourselves up in it and were space explorers on the way to the moon. We drew all kinds of pictures on it. We created entire new worlds. We loved that box more than all of our toys put together.
We found her—our mother--the morning after the refrigerator was delivered, pulling the gigantic brown box down the front walk to the trash bins. We saw her from the windows and dashed out after her, tugging at her clothes, pulling at the box, and yelling to her to please, please let us keep it. At first she refused, but we created such a ruckus that a few of the neighbors came out onto their porches and called out to our mother, "Oh, let the kids have the box! It won't last long anyway."
And so we got to keep our box.
We leaned against it, reading, until it caved in at the sides. We painted it, drew on it, ripped pieces off of it, until it was an entirely different color and shape than it had been when we started.
Oh, but all the memories we created in the short time we had that box! Each one of us still remembers it, every second we had with the box. And even today, we can’t figure out why it was better than our toys. But we do know that when we finally had to let it go, our own playthings paled in comparison to the big box.
The refrigerator broke down one day, and we remembered the box. To this day we haven’t forgotten it.
And we never will.
Our new refrigerator came in a cardboard box.
It was the biggest box any of us had ever seen--over six feet tall! Our entire family could fit inside it without being squashed. We could jump up and down inside it and it barely sagged! To our childlike eyes it was a mountain to climb, a tunnel to explore, a new world to discover. To our mother's eyes it was a big piece of trash.
We played in it, on it and around it the entire day. We shut ourselves up in it and were space explorers on the way to the moon. We drew all kinds of pictures on it. We created entire new worlds. We loved that box more than all of our toys put together.
We found her—our mother--the morning after the refrigerator was delivered, pulling the gigantic brown box down the front walk to the trash bins. We saw her from the windows and dashed out after her, tugging at her clothes, pulling at the box, and yelling to her to please, please let us keep it. At first she refused, but we created such a ruckus that a few of the neighbors came out onto their porches and called out to our mother, "Oh, let the kids have the box! It won't last long anyway."
And so we got to keep our box.
We leaned against it, reading, until it caved in at the sides. We painted it, drew on it, ripped pieces off of it, until it was an entirely different color and shape than it had been when we started.
Oh, but all the memories we created in the short time we had that box! Each one of us still remembers it, every second we had with the box. And even today, we can’t figure out why it was better than our toys. But we do know that when we finally had to let it go, our own playthings paled in comparison to the big box.
The refrigerator broke down one day, and we remembered the box. To this day we haven’t forgotten it.
And we never will.
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