I spent the holidays in Massachusetts, just south of Boston. The day after Christmas, Lillie and I took a walk around a set of old cranberry bogs called the Burrage.
The irrigation ditches were frozen over, and my inner 8 year-old came to life. First I tested the ice, but it was too thin to walk/slide on. A good alternative? Throwing rocks!
The sound of the rocks skittering on the ice echoed through the air. The smile on my face grew larger. It’s good to play – and great to get in touch with your inner 8-year old. Try it!