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Kerrie and I were driving last week and we drove by this place where they were fixing a curb to allow for wheels, carts, etc. Several times we had walked up to that curb with Allie in the stroller and had to lift her up to keep going. So it’s nice that it is going to get fixed. It reminded me of how much I love those curbs…

…because, as a kid with a bike, every curb is a jump. In fact, everything is a jump as long as you had a piece of plywood. There is probably less junk in the world that I haven’t jumped than that I have. Some of the crazy things I remember jumping are old tires, tree stumps, car ramps, and car parts. Of course, just because I jumped, didn’t mean that I landed. Life wasn’t normal without scabs on my knees and elbows to pick at.

Unlike all of Hollywood and most of the people on Oprah, I had a pretty good childhood. I played a ton and I have great memories of time well spent making nothing into something.

Sometimes, I really enjoy thinking back on life as a kid, because everyday was a small adventure, regardless of how boring the day was: Trees to climb, fish to catch, and football in the front yard. Somehow, I need to learn to see the monotony and challenges of my life now like I did then–everything is a jump.

(Please pardon the cheese…I seriously considered deleting this poetic waxing…but Kerrie insisted that it stayed)