Just the other day I heard some wonderful advice for people who might be feeling despondent about their life. The prescription was to go and sit in a park and watch children playing and remember the joy you felt about life in childhood. I think this is such an excellent idea. So often we get caught up in all the "have tos" and worries and anxieties that we forget to just be in the moment. These children show us how. The photo of boys jumping off the stone stairs was taken this winter at the Plaza Machado in Mazatlan. The other one is an arty shot of my niece somersaulting in the long grass. Don't they just make you remember how it felt to be a joyous child?
What joys do you recall from childhood?