Those Were the Days...

I just dropped my mom off at home on a nice warm fall day, I had the windows down taking in the last bit of nice weather until Old Man Winter decided to come.

I happened to hear some children screaming, in a good way coming in through the passenger side window. I immediately looked over and there to my right was a school playground. There were children everywhere screaming, chasing each other, and taking turns on the merry-go-round. I sat there and thought; wow I wish I could be so carefree and not have a care in the world.

I recalled my childhood memories in elementary school, when the bell would ring for recess and it was a race to the playground. At that moment all we cared about was who was "it", who could go the fastest and who could go the highest. We didn’t care about all the adult things that come as we continue to age. We were just so present in that moment and didn’t have a care in the world.

I sometimes think that we should go to that ‘happy place’ every now and again. It would give us a nice break from the hectic-ness that we all call life. I don’t suggest we go there all the time, just sometimes when we need to just feel free of all our worries. I mean we are still adults and have responsibilities to take care of; it would just be a nice break from reality is all.

As I sit there lost in thought, the school bell rings signaling the end of recess. The kids all go back to class and I pull away with the fondest memories of living in the carefree days of being a kid…