When I finally arrive at my daughter's after school program each evening I hear other parents admonishing their kids to hurry up because they have to get to swimnastics practice. T-ballet? Underwater piano? I honestly can't keep track of the widely varied activities that her peers seem to be rotating through each season. It exhausts me to even hear them discussing their extracurriculars.
It was under the tree house where my siblings and I would play restaurant, serving up birdseed soup and mud pies. It was in the big red barn that we would play hide-and-seek. It was on the tire swing where we would shout out made-up songs. It was on the screened-in porch where I spent hours filling notebooks with story ideas. We drank from the outdoor water pump after spending a day playing mermaids and Marco Polo in the swimming pool. We would make bouquets out of my mom's flowers and ride bikes up and down the big hill, stopping by the apple trees for a snack.