there's no dollar sign on a piece of mind, this i've come to know

I don’t think your inner child ever dies. It may be suffocated at times, but it tends to always find its way back, at least I’ve found. Maybe that’s what nostalgia really is.

Anyways, whenever my life gets too claustrophobic, or I need to just clear my head (which I’ve needed to do a lot quite recently …), I find that the best remedy is an old friend. What’s even BETTER is when that old friend not only humors me and my childlike whims, but is an inner child advocate themselves.

So, how was my day spent? With Nathan Eliot, of course. A bike ride around the neighborhood and lake, traipsing (my new favorite, overused word) around in the ‘forest’ of our community, going on tree swings, climbing into abandoned, decrepit tree houses, and sword fighting with branches. It’s okay to be jealous. It’s actually completely understandable.

Keep good friends close. They keep you sane.