fearless

On the way to pick Illeana up from school, I was at the stop light crossing Walerga and Don Julio.  There is a church on the corner with a  lovely little hill of grass.  The elementary school released their children and I noticed 3 kids take off their back packs.  They started spinning and then started to roll down the hill.

Just that image alone brought a smile to my face.  I remember those days!  I miss spinning for no reason.  I miss rolling down a hill.

Although, if I tried to do those now I probably would break a hip.  *snort*

It was a sight.  Even the truck next to me was a little laggy when the light turned green. 

I remembered that I was fearless once.  Climbining on rooftops, scoping old buildings, unafraid.