Spent all of yesterday at Canobie running, behind Dan, between bumper cars and antique cars. My mom and I chatted about how everything feels different when you're little. Things tend to glow with a vivid happy glow. Looking back, I wish someone would've told me to just love being whatever age it is that I am.
We laid down a picnic between the Caterpillar and Mini-Skooter to doze off for a bit and munch on some snacks. And watched dangling feet emerge from crimson-drenched leaves. Odd, since it's not autumn, but it was really really nice.