I've been reflecting a lot lately. Mostly because I've been asked to for class - or something.
One of the quick five minute prompts was three words to describe your childhood:
FIELD: Iowa is an open space. It boasts acres and sky and a never-ending view of somewhere you will never reach.
BIKE: Around the block, down the alley behind our house, breaking so hard there are black marks on the sidewalk. Big wheels, training wheels, helmets, skinned knees, races, bells, no hands.
PIANO: Practice, lessons, recitals, competitions, scales, memorization. Playing by heart.
