By Jamie Rieger
There really is no better sound in the world than that of a child laughing. Me with a grand-daughter who loves to laugh and make her grandma laughs until there are tears rolling down her cheeks can honestly say I love the sound of a happy child.
Now, my granddaughter, Paige is a bit of a performer. Well, more than a bit of one, perhaps. When we are visiting it doesn’t take long before we are in the world of make-belief and lately, because of her love of the Peanuts gang, we are often at Dover, about to cross the English Channel and onto France in search of the Red Baron. Yes, she at five years old, she knows about Dover and the English Channel, thanks to a Peanuts movie that she has likely seen more times than her parents would want.
No matter. It’s all about her making full use of that active mind and if she wants to be looking for the Red Baron, I will happily play along.
Now, when she wants to be Lucy with a football and me Charlie Brown, it can wear this grandma out real fast.
Still, she knows how to get me laughing, which leads to more play-acting and imaginary searching for a World War 1 flying ace…as she calls it.
This routine, by the way, can play out, several times, before she moves onto something else.
Recently, there has been an increase in the number of little people in my neighbourhood and I sure do enjoy listening to them play and laugh outside as they ride their bikes, and I think the other night, they had a good game of Hide and Seek going on from one end of the block to the other.
It reminded me of the days when my own daughter was young and playing with other kids in the neighbourhood until the sun went down. Just good clean fun and plenty of fresh air until she begrudgingly came into the house for her bath and to settle down for the night. Sometimes, this took some coaxing…yeah, coaxing would be a good word for it.
While I don’t get to hear Paigie’s laugh near often enough, hearing the neighbour kids laughing and playing sure makes me think happy thoughts and recall very pleasant memories.