Grass...

I grew up running through fields of long grass. I remember laying down in the grass and looking up at the clouds and talking about all kinds of kids stuff. I remember hiding in grass playing hide and seek. I remember the smells of fresh cut grass and getting itchy from rolling around in it too much. I remember grass stains on my pants and socks. It seems like my boys barely know grass in the concrete city we live in. Something simple as grass can evoke fond memories of my childhood. I wonder, living how we do, what will evoke such fond carefree memories in my children. If anything...