I feel like running up behind random people, tagging them, saying "you're it", and running for my life.
I feel like climbing a tree and going up that one more branch that I was scared to climb the time before.
I feel like swinging with my eyes closed and feeling the swishing rush in my stomach.
I feel like running through the sprinkler with bare feet and seeing how long I can stand under the arc of water before I get wet.
I feel like picking flowers and making daisy chains.
I feel like rolling down a big grassy hill and yelling all the way down.
I feel like making mud pies and not caring that my clothes are stained and my fingernails have dirt under them.
I feel like being brown, tired, and happy, and hearing my mom call me in for dinner as the shadows lengthen.
I feel like being nine again.