I was just out side and I had my first thoughts of spring. I walked out to a gentle rain, tiny little drops falling to the pavement. That smell of moisture hitting the ground triggers so many memories. Childhood, Baseball, running out to center field and the list goes on.
I just love that smell of a light rain hitting the ground, it smells like dirt. I know thats kinda weird, but when i was young i spent so much time outside playing and getting dirty that i just love it.
I remember being out till dark, hammering a million nails for my wood steps, so I could climb up into my tree-fort. Racing though the weeds and trees, dodging the poison oak, trying to hid from my younger brothers and sister.
I’ll admit, I miss being a kid, but I love being an adult. I could still do all those things if I wanted to, I could still stay out making tree forts and hiding in the bushes. The years could go by but I think i’ll always be that same wild kid with a tendency for trouble.
