“Sure–you better run!”
I let my 10-year-old foster brother get a head start across a pristine expanse of lawn. Then I dashed after him, feeling the cool grass brush my bare feet, sucking in summer air, and letting my hair stream out behind me. I surged closer to him, reached out, made contact, and we both toppled over, grinning and breathing hard.
Wow, I thought. I forgot how much fun it is to run as fast as I can.
Read the rest over at RELEVANT Magazine’s website, and enjoy!