When you’re eight, you don’t really get it when you’ve been given something that will alter your life forever. You take it for granted. Sometimes you even complain about it. In retrospect, as a busy adult grasping for extra minutes in each day, you look back and think… if only I’d know what I’d been given.
When I was eight, I didn’t really get it. I was a little bubble of energy, jumping in pools, and swimming in oceans. My Dad would count the bodies of water his kids had taken a dip in and we’d all count along.