Sunday, July 27, 2008

Twilight Pillow Fights

During my summers in Idaho as a child we had such fun adventures. One of our absolute favorite memories at Grandma's house was our twilight pillow fights. My siblings (there were four of us) and I would all get our nightshirts on and each get handed an old pillow. After the sun went down my mother and grandmother would just sit on the front porch and watch us go at it out in the yard. We would just nail each other over and over again and surprisingly enough, there were very little tears shed over the course of the years. There were a few rules and there were set boundaries (you had to stay on the grass), but there weren't too many restrictions. We would hit each other so hard we would fall over and once you had fallen you would get attacked by everyone. My mother and grandmother would just laugh and laugh and occasionally they would throw a pillow or two.

We would have our pillow fight for a good twenty minutes to half an hour. Until we were nice and exhausted. Then we would brush our teeth, say our prayers and go to bed.

You might need to set some more ground rules for your families/cousins/friends like no hitting in the head and maybe there could be an optional safe zone where you could go and not get hit.

Gosh, just thinking about this again makes me want to go out right now and nail my brother Travis in the head with a pillow.


Anonymous said...

I'm sure there are probably adults, spouses even, somewhere, who have had too much energy in the evening and have chosen to slam pillows into their partner's face. I wouldn't be surprised if you, likely blogger, have surreptitiuosly swung a pillow into your husband's face as he is winding down for bed.

Maybe he has had a book in hand, and been peacefully stretched out on the bed, as the hands of the clock pressed on to 11 pm, when you've raced into the room to pulverize his face with a pillow. Would you deny it if you were asked? In the event that he would not know to fight back in the tradition of bedtime pillow-fighting, yould you beat him about the head until you were satisfied in exhaustion, or only until you realized there was no fight on your foe?

According to the pattern of inevitable fatigue you shared in your post, such an attack on your husband would probably last for several minutes until you collapse onto the bed to sleep.

But what about your unsuspecting partner, who didn't grow up with pillow wars to induce sleep - but only a good book (and perhaps a few reflective, meditative minutes in solitude)? Can you suppose that he would be exhausted and ready for sleep at the conclusion of your shocking attack? As you, the triumphant pillow fighter, would lapse into sleep after such an event, your husband must lay awake for quite some time, watching the nighttime car lights from the street below pass on the bedroom wall. He would probably wonder at such a time whether he plans to teach his children, with you, to fight before bed, or read.

Or perhaps, he would think of putting you in a medium-sized slingshot, and sending you flying far, far, far away into a forest somewhere.

Food for thought.

Likely said...

I love you anonymous. I would love you even if I was in the deepest forest.

As soon as you get home, you're gonna get it.

Anonymous said...

if Travis were there, maybe he'd remember the trick to slip a shoe in the bottom of the pillowcase to really deliver a knockout punch.

Linda said...


Likely said...

yeah maybe travis would! silly silly anonymous number 2.

I TOTALLY forgot about that one travy. Thanks for the laugh-out-loud.