Do you remember the feeling as a child, when:
You saw the first lightning bug of the year?
Other kids liked the same weird things that you did?
You realized that you were making a new friend?
You spent your first night in a tent?
An adult smiled at you and meant it?
You discovered the weirdest bug and just couldn’t wait to tell someone about it?
And that someone cared?
It was the last day of school in June and you thought now the world is perfect, and mine, and will last forever?
You were watching a bunch of ants carrying crumbs and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment?
You hiked to the top of a mountain and knew in your bones that you were alive and part of a great big world that is pretty darn good?