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On my walk this morning…I noticed the child I used to be

who, it seems, has been sleeping all these years…decided to take a walk with me.

I said, “Hello!” to my young self…from a time when I was smaller…

He looked me up and down then said, “I thought you would be taller.”

Then he started asking questions…as a child his aged does… 

“Was chocolate ice cream still my favorite?”…”Yes”, I said, “it was.”

Questions came out rapid fire…of things I’ve long forgot…

Sometimes he waited for me to answer…often he did not.

What was I doing in Florida?  How did I get here from Ohio?

Do I ever miss the change of seasons or playing in the snow?

Did I become a football star?  Do I still love climbing trees?

How are my brothers doing? Do I still eat pizza with lots of cheese?

Do I still like skipping stones on lakes and rivers and streams?

Am I still scared of the dark?  Do I still know how to dream?

Do I live in a big house? Does it have a pool? Do I drive a fancy car?

Do I have friends…a family. Do I still makes wishes on the stars?

Why are there so many wrinkles on my face?  Why is my beard so grey?

Even though I’m older now…do I still find time to play?

On and on his questions came…and as quickly as they flew past…

I did my best to answer them as fast as they were asked.

I can’t remember all he asked…so many question in one walk he crammed….

But his final question was, “Are you happy?”…to which I smiled and said…”I am”.

“Then I am happy for you.” He said before he jumped back into my dream….

“And I’m really glad to know…you still love your pizza and ice cream.”