There are a lot of surreal moments in my life. It’s hard to know when that first time was… although I had to grow up in different ways during high school. Cooking was a big achievement; having a complete meal thought out for the family. Making cross-stitch pieces and having it ready for birthday presents completing it from start to finish by myself.
Today being a grown up didn’t make a difference being in my Grandparents house. Memories are in every room and every corner of the house. Playing at the piano brought back flashbacks of playing for my family, especially Great Grandma Doris and Great Grandpa Arla. Being a child and wanting to grow up is normal, yet we don’t fully understand it sometimes also means not having family with us as we age. My Greats are gone now… there are times I wish I could be a kid again to have five more minutes with them.
Sometimes I miss being a kid more than being the adult in the room. Even with the unique situations I find myself in with my younger cousins like today. Playing with a 6 year old and his toy car, oversized monkey and an exercise bike.
Jewells of Thought 
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