So, I’m standing in my driveway the other day when the 7-year old neighbor girl four houses around the cul-de-sac comes scurrying down her driveway, tennis shoes a-fly, and banks right on to the sidewalk heading my direction. Her little hand clutched a bright yellow personal walkie-talkie, the kind that all the moms and dads are using these days to stay in touch with their neighborhood-roving kids. I knew she had a couple of BFFs (can 7-year olds have BFF’s?) on the street right behind ours and figured she was heading over there for a visit. As she got closer to me the pattering of her feet abruptly slowed and she screeched to a halt. Seriously. I could swear I heard this little screech sound.
And then this sweet little girl and I had an exchange of words which simply and profoundly altered the next couple of hours of my life.