By Miriam Weiser

I’m sitting on a hard folding chair that is threatening to crack under my heavy weight and I’m watching the children run and play. I see their arms flailing and their legs flying. They don’t think twice or look down to watch their step. They don’t take a deep breath or take a moment to contemplate each time they bend. They don’t check for cracks on the sidewalk or steps at the curb. They run and twirl freely. Their bodies are flexible as jelly fish and I wish I had that.

Not their bodies. I am too old and mature. What I wish I had was their…