The simple pleasures of childhood.
Do you remember?
The important feeling of carrying a stick around for hours on end
Only letting it go when you find a bigger and better one?The delight of stepping in water that is up to the ankles of your rubber boot
And the cool sensation of that murky water surrounding you?
The exciting challenge of NOT stepping on a crack in the sidewalk
And the heroic leap you'd take to pass over?
And imagining you are a bird, flying high in the sky above?
And the entertainment of dropping rocks through those holes to obtain the loveliest 'kerplunk' sound?
The sheer thrill of realizing you can make pictures and letters in the sand with a stick
The hilariousness of the 'squish-squelch' sound that walking in mud conjures up
And the immense pride of having made those perfect, deep prints?
The obsession of watching the ants or spiders or worms or slugs
- the creatures that you find every which way-
That blow your mind with their smallness and speed and their mysteries that you have yet to discover?I forgot.
But I am being reminded
Over and over again.
Life is simple
And sweet
And so very delightful.
If only we'd slow down and remember.
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