Wednesday, August 27, 2008
As I walked around my yard tonight, enjoying the last breath of summer on a late August evening, I remembered what it felt like to be a kid as the beginning of school approaches. So instead of just walking around, I did a cartwheel on the grass, something I enjoyed doing very much in my younger days. And I was surprised that I was still able to do it.
I did more and more cartwheels until my 43 year old shoulders began to ache. But it took me back to a time when I would play hide and go seek, Marco Polo and kickball with the neighborhood kids. It reminded me of having to go home when the street lights came on, and if my mother wanted me home, she would whistle for me from the front porch. It was so nice to really have no big plans to do anything but play with my friends because, hey, it was summertime.
I miss those days that I thought would go on and on forever. Although I do enjoy being an adult most days, I would love to have the freedom and innocence of being a kid during summer vacation again.
Now Iím going to put ice on my sore shoulder, so that tomorrow night I can spin around doing cartwheels like an eleven year old once again. I guess the little girl in me will live on forever.