Thoughts at 53
Thoughts at 53…. One of the memories that often comes up is when I was a kid on the swing in the backyard. I would sit there and think and dream and sometimes just be still. One of the things I remember was I wanted to move to Florida and own a dolphin. I remember promising I would never be mean when I grew up. I remember singing a lot as I sat on my swing. I would make leaf piles and jump into them. I was on that thing if it was cold or warm, sunny or rainy. It was just always there…my swing on the maple tree. It never occurred to me that one day I would not be able to just go outside and see my swing, to sit and ponder life on it. Then one day…I moved to Florida. The reality was nothing like the dream because as it turned out, I hated living in Florida. First off, no one gets their own dolphin just for moving there. It was hot and rainy. Though, we did have a pool and that helped a lot. I swam almost every day for a year and I was able to thank and dream of the possibilities in my