Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The Ghosts of Childhood
The boys told me about the ghost with straight faces. They believed what they were telling me. While they were playing, they heard a ghost laughing. It even told them to move a block. My little one says that he even saw the ghost. They believe the ghost is the ghost of a boy who was lost in the museum and never found. I love their story for so many reasons. I love it because this is what childhood is. It is a time of myth and magic where fantasy and reality blend into something wonderful. It is a place where stories are real and little legends spread from child to child until they are almost real.
I also love it because I believe this is the way some of my favorite stories must have started. The more deeply I have researched the origins of many local ghosts stories, the more I have learned that many have no basis in any recorded history or fact. They start with one person who hears a whisper in the shadows and tells the story. I think often some of these stories may have been started by a youth or someone with the imagination of a child. The stories spread and grow until they become real. These ghosts of childhood linger and catch like fire until sometime in the future I might read somewhere on Shadowland's Haunted Index that Sci Quest is haunted by the ghost of a lost child. I know that many ghost stories do have real histories, but I still love the ones that start in quiet places between people with great imaginations.