When I was 3yrs old, I wanted to be a garbage man. Tuesday mornings, as my mom drew a hot bath, I sat outside naked on the front steps waiting for a beautiful machine to rumble around the corner – the giant green garbage truck. I was absolutely enamored by this achievement of humanity. Listening to the humming, spitting, clunking, whizzing, spooling up and down. Watching it lurch forward, swaying gently side to side, powerfully swinging hundreds of pounds of trash skyward into its stomach. It was a fabulous, energizing sight to behold.
I imagined myself as one of the giant's caretakers. Suited in a yellow vest, with crisp white gloves like a bellman, gently feeding it, making sure it got every ounce of nourishment from the street. It was my dream job!
As quickly as it came, the giant and its keepers swept around the next corner. "Can't wait for next week." I always thought.
My attention would open, and shift instead to my best friend who I always sat with. His name was "Roly Poly." To this day, I have had no more reliable friend than him. Tuesday mornings, or 4th of July evening, he was always happy to play. Even better, he always brought friends. Tons of them. What I loved, perhaps even more than my future dream job, was that Roly Poly came around whenever I wanted. Not just at one scheduled time and place. He was literally everywhere, always. With just a little looking, I'd find him with his pals in tow waiting for me – under rocks mostly, but sometimes strolling in the sun, or adventuring through the grass near a drainage ditch. A loyal, devoted friend indeed.
Sometimes my other friend came around too, Chris Alley. We did business together. Marching around, we'd look for the best rocks we could find. Gathering them, always in the presence of Roly Poly, taking great care not to stomp on him, and we'd pile our incredible finds in the front yard. Then, we'd grab my favorite water color set, and slather them in the most beautiful color palates we could think of.
Rock was a great canvas. So many nooks, crannies, variations in color and texture. Painting rocks really tested our skills to create scenic Serengeti landscapes, purple tailed comets, or lovely abstracts.
Together, we'd them put them on display for all the world to see, and sell them to esteemed clients for top dollar. Usually fetching $0.01-$0.05 per piece. Sometimes we felt philanthropic, and donated them to Roly Poly. Outside in my front yard we were the richest, most powerful, creative men the world had seen. I hadn't even become a garbage man yet.
I write this story, in conjunction with that video to illustrate how wonderful it is to be a child playing outside. Limitless imagination and creative execution provides abundance and fulfillment beyond comprehension.
My goal with Cozey 7, is to help ensure that as many kids as possible, get the same opportunity to dream like I did. Regularly bathed in sunshine and fresh air, I give more credit to where I am now, to my adventures in the front yard than anything else I've yet experienced.