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How Two Muddy Kids Taught Me About Real Joy, Innocence, Exuberance, and Healing.
It was one of those lazy afternoons, and I found myself sitting under this massive tree in the park. You know the kind—the kind that looks like it’s been standing there forever, spreading its giant arms out like it’s holding secrets from centuries ago. I wasn’t really doing much, just zoning out, watching the world go by.
And then I saw them—two kids, a boy and a girl, probably around seven or eight. They were playing around the tree, laughing their heads off. The kind of laugh that comes from your gut, the one that echoes and makes you wonder when you last laughed like that.
At first, I didn’t pay much attention. Kids laugh, they play—it’s normal. But then the boy tripped and went flying straight into a puddle of mud. I froze for a second, thinking he was about to...
And then I saw them—two kids, a boy and a girl, probably around seven or eight. They were playing around the tree, laughing their heads off. The kind of laugh that comes from your gut, the one that echoes and makes you wonder when you last laughed like that.
At first, I didn’t pay much attention. Kids laugh, they play—it’s normal. But then the boy tripped and went flying straight into a puddle of mud. I froze for a second, thinking he was about to...
