This last weekend I took a trip up to Logan to visit Lisa's family and friends. I had a great time meeting so many great people. Besides physically driving to another geographical location, I also took a trip to the real world the moment I stepped into a house.
This real world consisted of four kids six years old and younger. They reintroduced me to the wonders of the imagination as we tried to avoid lava that covered rooms. Playing without worrying what anyone else thought and asking everyone to join them. They showed more care and concern for each other as we tried to cross the lava-filled room than most adults do when passing someone looking emotionally devastated in a hallway.
This real world seemed more defining and meaningful than the adult 'real' world I'm usually in. The trust, love, and friendship that they showed me was so powerful and sincere and given without reservations. So, what is the real world really made of?
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I appreciate this.
p.s. Did you bring your lava suit home? You never know when you may need it...if you forgot it, don't worry, Dallan gave me a few extras, luckily they fit all sizes, even big trees like you.
Dear Budding Buddy,
I added your link on my blog (if that's what you meant), yay!
Bye now,
Al Pal
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