Dirtbikes — the embodiment of childhood happiness :)

I know everybody dreams, but it’s a rare thing for me to remember mine, and even rarer to remember more than a brief snippet. Last night was one of those times.

I was riding bikes with my two older kids out in some field. There were shallow ravines, hills, trees to dart around, and underused dirt trails. Livy was riding a 10 speed (in a field?!? Yeah, I know!), and for some reason, I was with Caleb riding BMX bikes. Occasionally, as we took this track or that, we’d come across people who were riding mountain bikes, but for the most of us, it was just us.

The dream itself was pretty vivid, but what was even more vivid than that was this carefree feeling of freedom! I mean, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, there was just a hint of a breeze when we stopped — much more pronounced as we were barreling down the bike paths! — and the whole world was bound up in that moment like nothing else mattered.

It was then that I remembered, even in my dream… this is what it was like to be a kid!

At 42 years old, my memory ain’t what it used to be. Mary can tell ya — I barely remember our first year of marriage. Not surprising that I can’t remember more than snippets of my childhood.

Ya know, kinda like your typical dream 😉

But riding those bikes with my kids, for just a moment, I remember what it was like. I REMEMBER, not just the act, but the FEEL of it, the mindset. For a brief moment last night, I could THINK like a kid. Riding with my children, I saw the world through a child’s eyes, and that’s an exceedingly rare thing for an old fart like me.

Best. Dream. Ever 🙂

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