It is strangely disconcerting, taking my kids around to places that have held so much power from my childhood. Their little feet where my little feet once stood, staring in awe.
The circle of life?
Somehow it feels as if I could maybe reach out and touch that little girl and tell her it is all going to be OK, there is a happy ending after all.
Except this isn’t the end. It seems more like a beginning.
Or at the very least, starting over….