Little kids take the simplest of games and fabricate an epic game of good vs. evil. A little boy can invent a shark with fangs who floats. A girl can imagine a unicorn who shoots killer sound rays.
I baby sat two such creative children last Friday. An innocent game of chase became zombie tag, with each of us taking on our own zombie persona if tagged. Ashton morphed into a green, glowing Mario and Gracie transformed into a red-haired beauty "with a dress that was hard to run in" (her words, not mine). I, dusting off my inner child, changed into a bright yellow zombie with rainbow arms.
The game itself was basically tag, with a few minor altercations, and stretched on for a couple hours. At that point, I thought we should end the game, but imaginatively. I suggested Ashton shoot me, the zombie, with these newly acquired tubes. That returned me to normal while wiping our memories clear as well. For some reason, though, the three of us had a strange inkling that someone had sucked us into a video game.
We rushed to the house and found small misplaced. This confirmed our suspicions. Searching for a way back to reality, I found a switch. We were swirled through a vortex and and landed on the carpet with Game-boys lying next to us. We made it back alive!
I hadn't played anything so bizarre in almost six years, but I had an incredible time! I stepped out of my boring box and transported to a new world. A limitless world that defied the laws of physics; a world where realities incessantly shift.
