Salvation - I remember...

I remember those days sometimes, on the lazy, simmering street in front of my grandmother’s house in Florida. It was the same house my mother was born and raised in. My grandmother rented a room to help pay the bills after my grandfather died. I never knew Mawmaw didn’t have any money. I didn’t know what the Great Depression was or that its impacts would last to my generation.

I was eight. Eight was a good year for me.

We didn’t have any money either but I didn’t know that when I was eight. Life’s golden

when your imagination can make you anyone you want to be. When you can still get close enough to your dreams that you believe they’re possible, sticks become sabers, old tractor tires become space ships, and thready bath towels and a couple of clothes pins can transform you into a flying super hero. When you can do things that most eight-year-olds can’t, like catch a soaring punt on the run, throw a wicked curveball, or hold your breath under water for over a minute, it’s all good.

When money doesn’t matter.