Accepting change

As children of Ohio’s Appalachian foothills, autumn was one of my greatest joys. My brother and I soared into the piles of fallen brown leaves. The crunchy cushion softening our falls. We’d jump up, laughing, “Again, again, again.” The satisfying crackle of metal moving the decomposing leaves into a mound filled our autumn days.

Kids can find the joys in most anything.