June 18, 2011


Some of my best childhood memories are when my friends and I dared to dream out loud and were rewarded by accomplishing what we set out to do.  Most of those accomplishments took us up tree branches and into a tree house, our “clubhouse” where conversations about more dreams were ignited. Some took us down steep hills or roads on skates, skateboards or sleds, into the deep ends of lakes or pools. Our accomplishments hinged most on double-dares, but luckily we made it through unscathed yet filled with stories of many feats and fears conquered. We also spent hours on walkie talkies pretending we were on secret missions or on some grand adventure living out what we imagined to be the perfect, ideal life.