When Childhood Wasn't

We came to the mountains every year, in my childhood. I don't know anything more than that.  Childhood holidays were fraught affairs of rushing from place to place and wondering what we were "supposed" to do next. Each moment was accounted for and options were chosen for us.

So the recapture, then, of childhood feelings of wonder, of slow curiosities, of picking up rocks and throwing them into streams for the pure pleasure of watching them soar up, crash down. These are the moments I have now as I try to reparent my own childhood.