It's Time to Play
"Can Brent come out and play?" In younger years, I heard that phrase on a near daily basis. I can still see my little self running to my mom to ask permission to go outside and play. It brought almost as much fun to utter those same words replacing the name of a dear friend with my own. I didn't call beforehand and obviously I didn't text; I would simply stroll over to my friend's house and ring the bell. While I waited for the door to answer I would try to contain myself and not get caught up in the anticipation of the day to come because the answer might be, "No." I nervously stood and waited, hoping that that day would be a day of play. The smile that would beam from my face revealed the joy inside. Then we would play. We could have a catch, climb trees, ride bikes and roller skate. Even awful metal roller skates couldn't keep us from a great time. Going out to play could mean flying kites and watching the clouds go by. Going out to play meant...