What in the name of chihuahua bones is Ben-A-Ball?!
Ben-A-Ball, a strange name indeed, pretty silly sounding, rather bizarre. Why on Earth would I call my website Ben-A-Ball? There’s a reason, an important reason, a reason that I will never let myself forget. Ben-A-Ball originated back when I was, from what I can gather, Grade 2. It was essentially a school club, my friends and I would run around imagining that we were fending off evil and using crazy technology that no government in their right minds would ever give to children.
If it’s some silly, childish little club that you made back in Grade 2 why do you still have it?
I have thought about that, I have wanted to ditch it, forget about it and move on. But why would I do that? Just by thinking about “Ben-A-Ball” I get all of the memories of running around the playground flowing back to me, it was happy, it was imaginative… it was magic. That feeling of magic, that childish feeling of wonder and amazement is something that we will never be able to feel again. Time progresses, we grow older, into our teens. People start to swear, smoke, bully people to fit into some crowd, forcefully changing our personality, forcefully forgetting who we were in order to become some new, tough, older, smarter, wiser… us.
But I ask you, if you were able to see yourself in the future when you were a little kid. Would you be impressed by what you see? If you were that little imaginative, argumentative, righteous little being and you saw yourself in the future, would you want to grow into that person? Would you look up to yourself as an idol?
Why do I keep the name Ben-A-Ball?
Because it makes me feel that childhood magic, it reminds me of who I should never become, to never stop thinking, to never give up on the make-believe and to never change your morals to try and fit in. But most of all, it tells me to imagine.
