"Making 'stew' in the back yard with leaves, mud, sticks, whatever we could find and then pretending to eat it."
"Testing out my skirts to see if they twirled out far enough."
"I used to ski with a red balloon tied to my beanie so the ski instructor could find me at the bottom of the hill."
"Playing dress up with my mother in our attic!"
"Dancing in the kitchen with my grandma."
"Playing hockey with our friends on our homemade ice rink in the backyard."
"When I was four, my sister and I would gather the
neighborhood kids when there was a huge rainstorm
and we'd race from one house to the other in the pouring
rain to stand under the eves before racing again."
"Walking home in the snow and smelling fresh-baked bread as I approach home."
"Reading under my covers at night with my flashlight."
"Climb the fence
Coax the cow over
Slide off the fence onto the cow
Then she walks down the forest path out to the meadow"
"Making cookies... Licking the beaters!"
"There was a place that no one knew of.
A place atop a hill with a long trail.
I'd go there often to think, to pray, to be with God.
No one knew where.
I was safe, high above everything.
And my heart was at the most peaceful place."
"Catching salamanders out of the creek on our property, filling my Radio Flyer red wagon with water and rocks to put them in and watching them play in it for an entire day. Then releasing them in the evening, waving goodbye."