My oldest daughter is three now and I think she is forming the memories that will stay with her forever. I remember running through a sprinkler as a child. Hot sun, cool water drops, gentle breeze and freedom. I hope this memory stays with her.
Summer Child
I’d give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life’s decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer day.
~Lewis Carroll, “Solitude”
