the easiest way to reclaim the beauty of our childhood is to play outside. 

sunshine + sweat + freedom = happiness

[edit: 3/13/2015: i have no idea what picture i had originally chosen for this post.  i have deleted the long-broken pic (which was probably a piece of blurry 1970s nostalgia, with kids playing in the sun) to a modern--and more real--photo of kids playing with a bat and ball in a houston housing project.  i accidentally discovered the photo through some sort of internet image search, and it turns out it goes to this fascinating article on reenvisioning public housing called 'the beautiful project.'  about one complex called thair xuan village, the article cites josh harkinson in the houston press:
any sidewalk between any two buildings leads into a valley of microfarms crammed with herbs and vegetables that would confound most american botanists.  entire front yards are given over to choy greens.  mature papaya trees dangle green fruit overhead, and vines sagging with wrinkled or spiky melons climb trellises up second-story balconies.  perfumed night jasmine stretches for light alongside trees heavy with satsumas, limes, and calamondins.  where the soil ends, vietnamese mints and peppers sprout out of anything that will contain roots .... 
i like to think of all of the beautiful memories that children make growing up, no matter where they grow up.  i remember the dogwood trees in bloom in the retention area next to our house growing up.  they were the most beautiful and magical thing to me--no matter where they were.  we played so many games of explorer and make-believe under those trees.  same with the kids growing up in the houston projects, i bet.]

i read a story in the newspaper today that gave me hope for the future.  a 16-year old australian girl sailed around the world--without stops and all by herself--battling a number of storms and dangers along the way.  her pink yacht named ella's pink lady--pictured above--traveled from sydney, up over the equator in the pacific, under the tips of south america and africa, and into the indian ocean before returning to sydney.  upon her return to australia, she told of forty foot waves and boat rollovers, as well as a complete silence that few people ever experience.