What’s for lunch? Pasta? Pizza? Chicken or Grilled Cheese? Smells whaft tantalizingly out of the kitchen. The sound of chatter and laughter. Delicious food I can’t wait to eat.

     Up on the roof, down in the park, on the structures, in the sand, on the court, in the field, playing a game, talking, having fun.

     The smell of paint, low murmur, music playing in the background.

     Learning to sing a new song, playing an instrument, watching a music video.

     The smell of books, pulling one from the shelf, the sound of pages flipping.

     Running around in the hot sun, drenched in sweat, people shouting, by the end, worn out but happy.