He was about three years old. I was at the Long Bridge Park and this little guy goes running by me. He stops and points to the train track. "Train," he says. Makes sure I saw him and then takes off running again. A plane goes by overhead, he stops, points and says, "Plane." He waits for confirmation that I heard him and takes off running again. He repeated that about 10 times.
I just smiled and thought to myself, remember when life was that exciting? When you couldn't wait to get to the next exciting thing that you went off running to see it? And you were so excited you had to share it with any and everybody that was around?
Sometimes I wish life was like that again.
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