Sparks: What is it about fireflies blinking butts that takses you back to childhood

摘要

Walking through a nearby park at dusk the other night, I saw a single spark. Then another. Soon there were too many to count, hovering in the airspace between my chin and my ankles, lighting my way past the pond, the gazebo and the tennis courts.Who needs a time machine when you have memory to transport you to another place, another you? Those sparks must have kindled a few synapses, because suddenly I'm six years old again, running with my best friend Cindi through freshly mown grass that envelops us in the signature scent of a suburban summer while staining the soles of our feet DayGlo green. Wild with excitement at being allowed to stay outside after dark,we're relentless, ruthless, giggling predators intent on imprisoning lightning bugs in an empty Miracle Whip jar.