The dreams of childhood

I remember as a child I dreamed of watching god create the universe.  I wondered what it would be like to live in the age of our Lord…Zero.  Yes the year Zero…No not zero as the calendar depicts zero, but zero as in the real zero…when the universe began.  

I am not the only one that has dreamed about the beginning of time.  Everyone dreams or thinks about it but I wanted to see God create the Universe from the very first time I heard about it on my daddy’s knee.

I didn’t wonder about Adam and Eve.  I wondered about the very first day that God began creating the Universe.  I wanted to travel back in time to the very first second of existence.

I know it seems frivolous and nobody could really do that but remember I was a child and iffing and supposing was perfectly legal.  Just suppose I could go back to the very beginning…think of the material I would have to write about.

Hell, I would know everything and everybody and I could say that I watched God create the Universe and our world.

I could watch him create the plant life and when he got around to creating avocados I could point out that George Burns was right…he did screw up when he made the pit to big.

Maybe with my help he could get it right.