Childhood seems so long ago, sounds so long ago. But the memories feel like it was just yesterday playing with the neighborhood kids at my grandparents. Kickball, basketball, dirt wars, riding bikes down to the park, you name it and we did it. The only worry in the world was putting band aids on the scrapes we got from it all. Swing sets and footballs, beating the boys when they said girls can’t do it. Spending the night with grandma just to do it all over again the next day. Cheese eggs for breakfast and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, then mommas good cooking for dinner. Day after day I saw the same people but played different games. Man oh man if I could feel that excitement again.