Yesterday I noticed a boy running across the road. I laughed because he looked like he was running across hot coals. I first thought, "boys are so awkward at that age—and goofy too!" Then I looked down. He was barefoot! Asphalt on a 93 degree sunny day probably did feel a LOT like hot coals! I laughed again and said, "what a stupid kid, to go barefoot on such a hot surface."
Then came the groan. Almost like the V-8 commercial's bop on the forehead, I remembered my own childhood summertime barefoot antics. My soles became so calloused they developed almost a Teflon coating. I could walk barefoot on any surface. Of course, the rough shards of glass brought me crying back home for my mom to make all-better.
I loved that time in my life. Not a care in the world. It didn't matter how I looked. It only mattered that I embraced life with gusto.
Somewhere along the way,I changed. Now there are rules and regs to living life. To being just "so."
When did I hit middle-age and how can I bring back some of that summertime carefree living?
Maybe chasing fireflies at night and making glow-in-the-dark jewelry will be a start. Wish me luck!
Unfortunately, the next time I find my childhood again, I'll be in Depends and live in the imaginary world of senility. While I still have my mind, I pray I can embrace that childhood spirit once more!
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