I want to be a kid again... maybe..

I was out walking with my roommate Kristen the other night and I hard something that I hadn't heard in a long time. And it made me happy! The simple combinations of sprinklers hitting the grass, and chirping crickets.

The sounds took me back to when I was younger and would visit Utah. Nights spent sleeping on the tramp down at the Willis Haws house with all the cousins. Visiting the farm in Idaho and hearing the HUGE sprinklers water the crops. All associated with carefree times. It's amazing how small memories can still bring on feelings of warmth.