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Monologue Mania Day # 1240 Tripping by Janet S. Tiger (c) July 7, 2017
Tripping(c)
by Janet S. Tiger (c) 2017 all rights reserved
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by Janet S. Tiger (c) 2017 all rights reserved
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(Actor enters, trips a bit then catches themselves)
You know you're getting older when the only trip you get is to the doctor's office - because you tripped!
But....I remember my first trip, with my family. I was......younger. Much younger. We were going.....away. Something called....a vacation!
And it meant packing up and taking stuff and getting into the car and going for a thousand hours someplace, and it was hot.....no air conditioning in that car....windows down, everyone yelling, stopping at little gas stations, losing my brother Eddie at one.....losing me at another!
And then suddenly....we were there! In the country! Not with all the apartments stuck together, but an actual cabin, which we shared with some cousins, and we spent the whole summer there! Or so it seemed! The days flew by....that two weeks was over in a minute......what a long trip home....and then....the first day of class, I had to write an essay....what I did on my summer vacation. Did I have a choice? I wrote......We took a trip.
What I learned when I wrote those four words. The weeks of preparation, the anticipation, the ride there which took a million hours and the ride home to the stuffy apartment, and all the in between of glory of discovering the great outdoors, of canoes, and bug bites and campfires......all captured in 4 words.....we took a trip. How perfect! How inadequate!
(Turns to leave, stops, looks back)
And that's when I became a writer....
(Hope everyone has a wonderful trip this summer- even if it's just to the beach!)
You know you're getting older when the only trip you get is to the doctor's office - because you tripped!
But....I remember my first trip, with my family. I was......younger. Much younger. We were going.....away. Something called....a vacation!
And it meant packing up and taking stuff and getting into the car and going for a thousand hours someplace, and it was hot.....no air conditioning in that car....windows down, everyone yelling, stopping at little gas stations, losing my brother Eddie at one.....losing me at another!
And then suddenly....we were there! In the country! Not with all the apartments stuck together, but an actual cabin, which we shared with some cousins, and we spent the whole summer there! Or so it seemed! The days flew by....that two weeks was over in a minute......what a long trip home....and then....the first day of class, I had to write an essay....what I did on my summer vacation. Did I have a choice? I wrote......We took a trip.
What I learned when I wrote those four words. The weeks of preparation, the anticipation, the ride there which took a million hours and the ride home to the stuffy apartment, and all the in between of glory of discovering the great outdoors, of canoes, and bug bites and campfires......all captured in 4 words.....we took a trip. How perfect! How inadequate!
(Turns to leave, stops, looks back)
And that's when I became a writer....
(Hope everyone has a wonderful trip this summer- even if it's just to the beach!)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315 CaregiversAnon.org
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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