Ever take a minute to just stop and think what it was like to be a kid? Just rough and tumbly, not having a care in the world, wanting to be outside and playing in the dirt. Ever new step was a huge adventure, and there was something to be learned around every corner. Life was new and exciting and you weren't jaded in any way. There was optimism and hope in every breath. You were free, free to just run and play. You could take risks on your crappy bike, fall down, cry and then be jumping for joy the next minute. Heavens I miss that.
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did you mean "playing in the dirt"? because "praying in the dirt" sounds kind of cool, too. That would be a neat blog title.
It can still be like that I think. At least, I find it better if you look at it that way, you just have to manage the risks a bit better cause getting back up can be harder.
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