Finding the joy everyday.
3/1/24
Riding my bicycle through the Beacon Hill park reminds me of riding down the mud roads in Manitoba when I was a kid. I would venture out into the countryside and ride for miles. There would be crater sized holes left from winter snow and ice. They would be filled with rain water/mud/ and we would ride through them lifting our legs and squealing like hyenas. What a thrill! What craziness do you remember as a child? What brought joy?
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