smile. be a kid again. ride a bike. fly as high as you can on the swings. reach for the sun and twirl with your arms in the air. make eyelash wishes and look down at callused hands from monkey bars and playing on the playground. enjoy the bandaids of your youth because it slowly slips away and gets harder. and you always want to go back to coloring in kindergarten where boys thought girls had cooties and you cried over a scraped up knee rather than having your heart walked on