Do you hold, somewhere in your body, the memory of a tire swing? The rubber under your feet or the uncomfortable seat inside, the swoosh of air in your face and the drop in your stomach? Our bodies are not just who we are, they are also all of who we have been.
What joy of childhood is held in your body’s memory?
The school I attended K-3 had a lot of clover in the yard. On hot days, it felt so cool and comfy to roll around in the clover.
When I was about 5/6, I received a small sized, old style bicycle and had a nice easily slanted sidewalk to ride down. However, I needed my Dad to run along side of me to assure that I was learning to maneuver by myself. The day that it happened, that I could go “solo” was momentous. Along side ran our dog, Simba, and perhaps he was as excited as my Dad, and as I was!