musing
I remember what my priorities used to be. Wiggling my toes in the sandbox. Hanging upside-down until all of the blood rushed to my head. New books and a perfect seat in the sycamore tree. Matt teaching me how to wrestle and throw a football. (Yes, I was a fantastic tomboy at the age of 8.) Jumping off of the swings. Games so complicated we couldn't remember all of the rules. Fireworks (we weren't supposed to have) lit secretively in the alley. (We got caught.) Rounding up as many kids as we could find for an enormous game of hide-and-seek. (We cheated relentlessly- made chains to the base, peeked, skipped numbers...) The games were the best. How did we come up with them? When did we lose the ability? I want to remember how to play.