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I was in my kitchen recently, the window over the sink open about ten inches as it was unseasonably warm for a beautiful fall day. I was making my umpteenth cup of coffee, when all of a sudden I heard a young girl’s high-pitched scream. It seemed to have lasted for about three days, but truth-to-tell, it was probably only ten seconds. It wasn’t an “I’m in danger and someone’s trying to kidnap me” scream. It was that high-pitched, girlie scream, most likely the result of a young boy trying to put a spider in her hair, or trying to get her to hold his pet snake.
Whatever the cause of her high-pitched emission, I was immediately brought back to my childhood and in my mind’s eye, I remember a neighborhood boy handing me a clump of something that was covered in sand and he told me to squish it in my hand, in between my fingers. Never one to back down from a challenge, I did so, only to realize it was cat poop. All of a sudden, without thought or exertion, my mouth opened and then it happened. Out of my little girl mouth came that high-pitched screaming and squealing that sent shock waves throughout my relatively quiet neighborhood. The young boy started laughing and I went from screaming to being infuriated (although I’m sure at the time I had no idea that there was a name for that emotion). That squished cat poop covered in sand wound up being smeared all over his jacket, a moment that I was very proud of at the time; now, not so much. But hey, I was just a kid, doing “kid stuff”.
After hearing that girl scream (followed by squealing in delight and laughing), I wondered, “When and why do we lose that?” When does screaming and squealing in delight leave us because it’s socially unacceptable as an adult?
Can you imagine pushing a grocery cart through a store when all of a sudden you see a spider the size of Rhode Island crawling around on a cantaloupe? As a seven year old girl, that high-pitched scream would cause the soup cans to fall off the shelves, but as an adult, you’d gulp that scream down, jump on the back of the cart, downshift into second gear and high-tail it out of the produce section.
George Bernard Shaw said, “Youth is wasted on the young“. How true that is. I’m not sure that children are aware of how lucky they are in being able to scream and squeal as necessary. I’m envious. Sometimes, I don’t want to “adult”… I want to be a carefree kid, running and playing and not having a care in the world. I’m trying to remember the last time I “girlie-screamed”, and the sound I now make as it relates to “critters”, more reminiscent of a fire truck barreling down the street with its siren on…. “Woooooo OOOOOO Woooooo”, doesn’t count.
I don’t think my adult vocal chords could produce a high-pitched scream like I heard from that girl the other day. Lord knows I’d like to give it a try, but at my age, it would most likely cause no less than four squad cars, a fire truck and an ambulance’s arrival at my door step.
So young kids out there…enjoy your childhood and go ahead and scream and squeal like there’s no tomorrow because someday, you’ll grow up and society and your vocal chords will preclude you from doing so.
~Let Love Lead The Way~ TP