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Friday, September 18, 2009

Friday Five: Where on the Stairs?

Halfwaydown_1Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair
I always

Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up,
And isn't down.
it isn't in the nursery,
it isn't in the town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
"It isn't really
It's somewhere else

— A. A. Milne
“Halfway Down,” When We Were Very Young

Thinking of your childhood as a stairway, when did you feel (and how did you feel then)

1. at the bottom?

2. at the top?

3. halfway?

4. At this point in your life, where would you place yourself on your own stairway?

5. Identify a place for you that "isn't really anywhere" but "somewhere else instead."

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  1. Funny to being thinking about Led Zepplin and AA Milne together...But with coffee in hand, I find myself cliiiiimbing the staircase.

  2. My trips up and down the stairs I was kind of surprised about but I took a step here.

  3. I'm afraid today's play was a bit much for me, but I will enjoy reading the view from the steps of others!

    Very thought-provoking, Jan!

  4. Climbing up and down in a one-story house.

  5. Wow, it's nice to be on Eastern time and early even though it's a break in my workday! My stairs are here.

  6. I climb the stairs in our house probably 35-40 times a day. But I wrote about the stairway of growing up here.

  7. whew! what a heady play for a friday morning...

  8. I contemplated running to the top of the stairs here

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  10. there was always something special about the stairs in my Grandmothers house that do fit this poem. that heaven inbetween.

  11. I haven't called beloved younger daughter yet and so I know it is still Friday in the MidWest and I just could not resist this play on this sunny Saturday morning

  12. I'm finally publishing a day late, but I recalled both painful and joyful memories over at my place!


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