Ok so this is so embarrassingly cheesy, but it made me so happy to spend a few days remembering the best parts of my childhood. I left the Midwest forever ago and I forgot how peaceful it is to skip barefoot. To untangle a mess of worms and choose your favorite that you don’t feed to the fish. To drink beer and dip your toes in a ridiculously muddy river. To know that while I’ll always feel the need to run away, coming back reminds me of a peace I forgot existed. I have a wandering spirit, but my roots are always going to reach out from this dirt.