[Sparkle]

I have many fond memories from my childhood.

In this particular one, I was up at my Uncle Tom's camp (a beautiful handcrafted log cabin in the Adirondacks, where I spent many of my formative years) with my Grandparents. The camp is on a stretch of white water river and in the middle of the woods. As young children we were encouraged to explore and play; and I was quite rough & tumble.

I remember running breakneck through the woods, down hills and lithely over roots and boulders, into ravines and over streams. I was laughing and squealing with glee and it felt like flying - I remember thinking (in my 7year old brain) "this is what freedom feels like".

I still hold that memory close, especially when I am feeling overwhelmed with stress and obligation.