When I was a child, I could not sit still.
I would often just walk aimlessly in circles while imagining or talking to myself...for hours. There was a table that I would walk around, and I would drag my finger along the edge as I walked. I walked around that table so much, I left a ring. I had worn a trail in the carpet and taken the finish off the hardwood floor.
My mom would shout, “Sit down boy, what is wrong with you…ya got worms in ya?”
I am so thankful for the tranquility of my own children. I can’t begin to think what I would have done in my mother’s shoes.
Wait...what was that?
