One of the secrets to living a zesty life is to remember what you loved when you were a kid.
When paying attention to that “kid” buried in work, adult responsibilities, or sappy nostalgia, you may find that she or he will come to the surface of your emotions. Suddenly, any doldrums you may feel about the state of the world, the state of the state, or your state of mind will vanish.
In my case, horses remind me of good times.
I carry my camera in my car, hoping for a glimpse of my friends the Clydesdales who, along with a small group of other horses, graze eighty acres on several hillsides that look down on Interstate 680.
Now that the grass is green and my carrots/sugar/apples are not a draw, the little herd has not been down to the old metal corral the owners have in order to catch the horses, and as I learned on Saturday, to water them.
I had groceries in the car and things to do at home which required time.
On my way home, there at the top of the hill were my friends! I had to stop.
You can see my big friend, let’s call him Clyde, with his ears pinned back. The other big draft horse is behind him with a roan Clydesdale following up.
Jim helped me navigate over the wire fence with out getting a barb stuck in my pants and up the road I drove with melted frozen foods.
What is it that you did in your childhood that would reawaken your “kid” inside?