I was thinking about my nephew this morning and started remembering when I was a kid. You know, those were fun days. I remember thinking I never wanted to grow up (sometimes I still have that wish). There is one thing, though, that I really miss, so much so I wish it would happen: A pillow fight. You know the kind where you have more than one person battling it out with pillows that don't necessarily feel soft when they are wacking you upside the head. The kind where the entire house becomes a battle ground and you aren't safe anywhere, but neither are your opponents. The kind of pillow fights that usually lead to at least an hour of hysterical laughter, amazing andrenaline rushes and just sheer entertainment. Why do we stop doing these things when we "grow up"? Really, this just shouldn't be. I know several people who could really use a nice pillow in their face or a blow to the chest that knocks the wind out of them. Hmmm. I should really stop this post, I'm getting too many ideas and feeling a bit too mischevious at the moment. Good thing there are no pillows handy at the moment.
*About Me* Because of severe vision problems, my parent took me to an eye specialist when I was 7. I had 20/80 vision in one eye and 20/16 in the other - translation: I was legally blind in one eye and using the other for all my vision. Treatment started when I was 8 and it was a long hard road of training the weak eye to see. The intense treatment lasted six years and with a very dedicated doctor, much patience, and a whole lot of prayer my vision was corrected. I went from wearing glasses 24/7 to only wearing them when my eyes were tired and needed some assistance. My doctor could only marvel at the success of the treatment. Truly, this was one of the miracles in my life.
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