They had no toys. There were no electronics, no video games and there were no Barbies. They had nothing compared to many. They were children without any.

I sat beside their father beaming with pride eager to tell me why. I knew but had never given the outcome much thought. So many of us measure happiness by the things we bought.

My mind drifts to my childhood and the Barbie games I played. Dressing that perfect body to prepare her for her date. Wifely roles were practiced from the beginning of my time, and I was molded to feel unfit without a man in my life.

My male friends were gifted guns, soldiers, swords and dragons to fight and slay. It makes me cringe to even think that was ever considered play.

I come back to the present sitting next to my friend. He smiles watching his “deprived” children running free in the sand.

The girl stacks handfuls of earth’s ocean polished glass. I consider what she could be making of this mess. There is no order; she does what ever she wants. Piling it high with so much purpose it could be the next space station I thought.

The boy draws circles of peace in the sand occasionally stopping to lend his sister a hand.  He is gentle and kind. He dances about humming softly music made in his unconditioned mind. There is no rigid perfect world beating down his creativity. He is beautiful in his spontaneous vulnerability.

I close my eyes and wish this peace for all the girls and boys. And I wish they all could experience this—a life deprived of toys. ~ Juls ❤


Juls is the author of THE YEAR OF THE FROG:A Tattletale Fairytale available on Amazon, Kindle, iBooks, Scribd, Kobo, Ciando, Flipkart and more. PachaMama Prattle is coming soon. It’s a collection of letters, stories, poetry and activities for big kids to co-create, meditate and awake.

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