Made some drawings with my daughter this morning, went to a piano lesson, then to church, took a long, long walk in the park on the way back home, bought tulips, primrose; ate some sandwiches, weaved willow wreaths, played hopscotch, skipped a jump rope in the backyard – in the midst of this idyllic day I thought to myself – God, how did we survive childhood?
I would never, in a million years, want to be a child again…
I would never, in a million years, want to be a child again…
*Reprint: Palm Sunday, April 2009
