I have taken the afternoon off and am going to spend it tromping the fields that I used to tromp when I was 5 years old. I am going with my dad and my son and am going to drive to many of the old places along the Spoon River that have "haunted" my mind for 35 years or more. One of the stops will be the old shack along the river that I lived in with my dad in the early to mid 70's. It didn't have an indoor bathroom. Yes you read that correctly. It has long been torn down but we got permission to walk back there. None of this will mean anything to my son . . .it will mean more to me and my dad. I may walk only a quarter mile today but will travel much further in years in my minds eye.
And for some odd reason . . .I am nervous. I think of my childhood often when I run. Probably because when I run it is the closest thing that I have anymore that reminds me of being 5 years old.
