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How a Six-Year-Old Boy Made My Day
But also, I hope this kid knows about ‘Stranger Danger’
Several weeks ago, on the third consecutive day of heavy snowfall and sweltering temperatures of up to -12 degrees Fahrenheit, my cabin fever threatened to engulf my sanity. I hadn’t emerged from my “writing office” (aka. my living room) or gulped in fresh air for almost four days.
My home smelled like sweaty feet, writer’s block, and desperation. I needed to get out before I began writing pages and pages of “All work and no play makes Sarah a dull girl.”
The sixty miles per hour wind gusts dampened my excitement, but I was determined to get outdoors for at least twenty minutes. Four layers of winter clothing weighing at least fifteen pounds boosted my confidence.
As I opened my front door, the wind screamed like a psycho killer and hurled itself toward my face. Nevertheless, I persisted.
A mile into my walk, my exposed, frozen face and wind-battered body begged me to turn around. However, a little boy playing in his front yard stopped me and decided we should become best friends.
The long journey through the tundra
As I walked the barren streets, I imagined I was a mountaineer who’d wandered away from my group on…
