It looks like they're dancing across the water.
That could be the beauty and the curse of being a kid.
From treetop to treetop I flew…
I kept circling overhead and trying to divert her to turn her around but she was too lost in her own thoughts.
The view from the front porch at the new house was cornfields as far as her eyes could see.
Never again would she eat a hotdog and cotton candy.
