My technicians in my classroom have now taken to saying, "Tell us another story of your childhood, Miss Karen." So, I tell them about sliding down frozen streams, jumping off bridges to go swimming, making forts in the woods, and so much more. Then I feel my spirit sigh as I lean back in my chair and give a big stretch.
Then today I walked over to my friend's house to see the decon/recon-struction going on in her 70-year old basement. Wide open, bare cement, with just the weight-bearing poles visible. And flash, it is 1971, and I am in my basement, roller skating with my cute 98-lb mom. We whipped around our indoor track and she held our hands and we laughed and fell and got up and did it again.
I came back across the street to my house and felt all warm and thankful and full of love.