Invisible

Do you remember those enormous tires from your childhood playground? The ones that were half sunk into the ground and you could climb all over them, bracing your sneakers in their enormous treads?

I used to love those tires. They were my favorite thing on the playground by far. I would climb inside of one and try to hide from my classmates. They would be squealing and laughing, trying to find each other in a noisy childhood game of hide and seek. Me, I was tucked deep inside this gigantic tire, its sides hugging me, making me invisible from all my friends. I would close my eyes and listen to all the sounds... the giggles, the footsteps, the squeak of the nearby swingset...the teacher clapping at some boys who were running too fast. But me... I was someplace else, some magical place where no one could see me. Invisible.

Sometimes I wish I could find one of those tires and just climb inside again. This time I would hear the dishwasher running, the dog whining and Derek needing help finding yet another car. And I could close my eyes, be invisible, and take...a...nap.......