Stories from my childhood: Trampoline Wonder

Bounce, flip, soar, fly: repeat. Lightness of being, knowing my body in space, letting go, no fear – my parents bravery at gifting my brother and I the freedom to play. The story goes that my grandmother, Tilly, bid and won the trampoline (after a few too many gin and tonics) at an auction. Realizing…

The Dress-Up Box

What is it about getting older? Have I forgotten how to play? Libby, my lab, is a master with her, looks-like-I’ve-been-doing-something-mischievous-grin, as she returns from wandering outside. I played often as a child: hide and seek, kick the can, make believe. Dress-up clothes from the box kept for us in the basement – Peter Pan…