And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.
- Robert Fulghum
I have been truly blessed to have such a bunch of wonderful people in my life. I appreciate the memories I have. I look forward to the new ones.
We don’t know how much time we have with each other, and for the most part, we should just be grateful the time that we do have together and the memories that follow.
I think my time on Earth is precious and I choose to live it doing exactly what I want, when I want and with whom (with God’s blessing, of course). I think of my circle of friends as an actual circle with everyone holding hands (this is totally the “Jill Jones” in me). And if one friend falls away, someone else picks your hand up, and another’s.
Anyone remember the playground at J. Raplh Ingalls? It’s a very special place – sacred ground, if I may go so far. If not J.Ralph, then how about your school playground from first and second grade?
David Croucher and I would race outside to get swings next to each other, so we could see who could swing the highest. We would talk about everything and make up stories. I remember one story David made up was about a doll that came to life. He stopped telling it suddenly, because he was scaring himself.
I just laughed out loud thinking about it.
Kurt Leonard was a little kid, relative to other second grade kids, however he could throw a tennis ball from one end of the lot behind the school to the other. I could get it pretty close if you let it roll to a stop.
I could go on writing these memories down, and I should, but for now, I’ll just keep them in my head.