I was reading my journal when I found this:
After they left, it started to rain. I went outside and once again, felt like I was in a movie. I was walking along, the middle of the street, and there was the one street light shining on me, and there’s this 14 year old girl splashing in puddles and laying down in the middle of the road, just enjoying life. Who else does that? I’ve decided, I’m going to give my kids the same experience. I love the rain, and I want them to love it too.
It scares me what a profound 14-year-old I was