Some are sentimental- pics of college friends with arms around each other, beers in hand. Others are portraits of loved ones no longer with us, a small tribute and moment to stop and remember someone who had meaning in their life.
But as I scrolled through photographs of trips to Wahington D.C., work gatherings with friends, and the endless snapshots of my children, I found this one. And it made me smile.
Because although that kid in the picture is mine, it could of been any one of us. At least I hope it could be. I remember the sheer glee at the dizziness of rolling sideways down a big hill. Then standing up, running back up to the top, and doing it again. I remember spinning round and round with my eyes closed and head up, giggling at how I couldn't walk a straight line afterwards. Isn't it funny how some things just don't change, generation after generation?
The weather is gonna be good this weekend. Take a kid outside and roll down a hill with them. Then spin around until you almost vomit, and laugh at each other as you try to walk a straight line. Chances are, you will bring back childhood memories while creating new ones for someone else.
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