Remember when we used to skip instead of walk? Our feet freeing us from the mundane moments of our day, lifting us closer to the swirl of clouds above whose shape more often resembled a dragon than a mouse. Remember when we would slip our hand into our parent’s warm, reassuring grip, and hold on tightly while our worries would quietly let go? Remember at night when our head would come to rest softly on our pillow, and our body would only start to unwind once our blankets were carefully tucked in around us? Remember how candy used to taste magical, and ice cream could make or break the day? Remember the sharp sting of water against our legs when the sprinklers were suddenly turned on, and the laughter and shrieks that would burst forth with the kind of exhilaration that we haven’t seen since the days our knees were scuffed and our hair held the promise of the outdoors? Remember the joy, the ease and the freedom to be in the moment, to feel the excitement of the wind, and the discovery of our imagination in the sand? Remember the beauty of our innocence, and the memories of our childhood? Remember when life was more than just this?