I hear the 2 little girls across the street playing in their backyard, innocently giggling not knowing anyone is listening.
And I wonder,” when did I quit giggling?”
Was I 5?
No, I remember climbing atop our garage to catch my older sister smoking when I was 5. I thought it was funny when I saw her inhale and start coughing uncontrollably. I giggled then.
Was I 8?
Don’t think so, because I recall flying through the air in the school yard swing and giggling at my sense of freedom.
Maybe I was 12 when I no longer giggled.
No, we moved to Texas that year and my younger sister and I giggled in the car thinking about the cowboys and horses we would see the next morning when we got our first glimpse of the wild west.
Was I 15?
I don’t think so, because it was that year I discovered boys were cute and my girlfriend and I would giggle in the hallway between classes when we passed our current heart throbs.
I’m sure I must have giggled some after that, but it’s locked in my memory bank.
Giggling is different from laughing, and maybe it is a ‘girl thing’.I guess little boys giggle, but I didn’t grow up with brothers, so I can’t say for certain. All babies giggle.
Do boys still giggle when they are 5 or 8 or 12? And when do giggles turn into laughter? Is there a magic age when we drop the titters and go into full-blown guffaws?
I’m sorry I don’t giggle much anymore.
I think I’ll go across the street and join the little girls. Maybe they can teach me to giggle again.