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Over the past couple of weeks I have been reading The Secret. A few years ago I watched the movie and a few months ago I felt like everything was going wrong so I decided to get all quantum physical … Continue reading
This morning DH told our girls, Kid 1 and Kid 2, about how he walked across the street when he was four years old and introduced himself to the four-year-old boy visiting his grandma: “Hi. I’m John. I’m 4. Wanna play?”
When I was little we’d finish breakfast, run out the door, which always slammed despite Mom’s ‘don’t slam the door!’, and hopped on our bikes for adventures unknown. Sometimes we’d collect bottles and take them to the back of the mom-n-pop store for two cents each or a pretzel stick. Sometimes we’d play in the park a block away, climbing the giant sliding board, the monkey bars, the swings. Sometimes we’d play football with the boys, or baseball, or wiffle ball, or with Matchbox cars, Continue reading