One thing I miss about being a kid is how "in touch" with the simple things of nature I was. It seems like I always had rocks or sticks in my hands or was picking grass or running barefoot in the front yard... ahh, I love those kind of basic kid memories. :)Yesterday evening we got to enjoy some bare-foot-in-the-grass time at my dad and step-mom's house (out in the country where it's so nice and quiet) and I felt that same "ahhhh". I love summer time in Oregon!
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