I remember when my then four-year-old son Scott looked up at the moon. “Mommy, soccer ball moon!” he said. The moon was exactly that — round as a soccer ball. A child’s imagery is often poetic. Jot these down. You will treasure them.
I remember when my then four-year-old son Scott looked up at the moon. “Mommy, soccer ball moon!” he said. The moon was exactly that — round as a soccer ball. A child’s imagery is often poetic. Jot these down. You will treasure them.