My daughter and I were sitting at the Subway restaurant tucked in the corner of the local Wal-Mart, and I saw a little boy spinning while his parent were checking out.
He was probably in the four-to-five range, and he was just spinning around on the floor. No reason.
He stopped when he got wobbly, grabbed hold of the shopping cart until he had his balance back, then ran off to his folks.
I couldn’t TELL you the last time I went spinning, just because. Or bouncing or running or cartwheeling, out of the sheer joy of movement. But I see children do these sorts of things all the time.
When do we lose that, the exuberance, the vitality, the zest just to MOVE? And why? I couldn’t bounce now if I wanted to, but did I lose the ability before the desire, or was it the other way around?
I may have to try it sometime. I can’t bounce, and I can’t cartwheel, and I’m not supposed to run. (And running starts hurting quite a lot very quickly.)
But I can still spin.
Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.