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two squeaky honks sounded from behind me. the honks weren't much different from the sound a clown's nose would make if you pinched it. i shifted my jog a little further to the right to allow an old couple on a golf cart to pass (golf carts somewhat resemble clown cars, you know). yes indeed...i was home. i was home running on the same paths my little feet pitter-pattered on heading to elementary school.

i like running because i get to think. taking a run down memory lane made me realize how different life was back then. a pang of nostalgia crept in. everything is so much bigger now. obviously, i'm bigger. my responsibilities are bigger...my decisions are bigger. i've got bigger things to cry about than my dalmatian toy being placed in the june box and bigger things to get excited about than picking out which lisa frank eraser i want.

those days were good while they lasted. but onto bigger and better things. on that same path i had very different thoughts. rather than begging my parents to give me a puppy, i'm praying to God to give me wisdom. it was a nice, long run.