Is there any activity that takes you right back to the happy feelings of childhood? Rolling down grassy hills? Curling up on a rainy day, in a warm corner with your favourite book? Not all are relivable in a practical sense. A couple of years ago I gave into the extreme urge to do a cartwheel and my wrist still groans from time-to-time reminding me to give those urges a second thought.
"Watch this girl, she really knows how to fly." I heard a man tell this to his adult son, in reference to me, two weeks ago. Way in the thick of my adult life I felt like a happy nine year old, perched high up on the water slide platform, ready to practice my technique, perfected by 32 previous tries in the preceding two days. And no part of my body ached in rebellion! So off I went, flat on my back, hands supporting my bad neck, elbows and chin tucked, toes together pointed forward,seven seconds of bliss. It was, as we say in our family, "a good cherry to end on." You never want the last cherry you've eaten from the bowl to be a rotten one. That try on the slide, the 33rd, was good enough to keep me going until the next time. Life is good.
Is it just me? Does anyone else have these moments?
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