It was the little things...

I was walking with my friend today and we were talking about back in the day when we took field trips in school. I said, “Remember when your parents would go on the field trip as a chaperone?” I remember it just being the best feeling that my very own parents were coming with my class and we were going on a trip. I remember feeling so comforted by the fact that my mom and/or dad were there if I needed anything. It was the ultimate security in a place unknown; with new friends and scary teachers. It made me want to think of all the other little things I could recall from my childhood that made me feel good.

It was the little things.

1). The feeling I had when one of my parents would come on a field trip with my class.

2). The sound of the ice cream truck

3). Going to the movies with out any parents.

4). Getting out of the pool and laying my body down on the warm cement.

5). Having a crush.

6). Getting out of grade school and walking home with friends.

7). Drinking the boxed chocolate milk from the cafeteria.

8). Watching Saturday morning cartoons.

9). Laying in the back shell of the truck with my brother on the way to the river.

10). Riding my bike around the neighborhood pretending that it was a horse.

11). Sliding down the grass slope on cardboard and pretending there was lava at the bottom. 

As I get older and my imagination has faded some...I try and remind myself every day that it really is the little things that can bring us so much joy. 

Happy Friday. xo