One of my happy memories I have comes from when I was five or six years old. We were living in Colorado at the time. I don’t remember what I had been doing during the day, but I was outside playing on my bike. I would ride it up the street and then coast back down. I remember it was in the evening and the sun was beginning to set over the rocky mountains. I was physically tired, but having fun so I didn’t want to stop. My mom was calling us home and the neighborhood smelled like fresh cut grass and people grilling barbeque. I loved steak so I was looking forward to dinner. That’s all I have of that memory left.
Do you have any happy memories of playing outside when you were a kid?