“Naomi. Will you just sit down.”
This has been a common phrase in my house for as long as I can remember. There’s always been a pull in me, a lasso if you can imagine it, taking me from one thing to another.
When I was a toddler, it got me lost. All the time, much to the dismay of my mother.
As a child, it took me to intensive dance classes, to neighbourhood softball games, and anything that would wear me out enough so that I would sleep at night. Occasionally, it also took me to the “yellow” line in the playground of Harnew Elementary School, where naughty children who perhaps couldn’t sit still (or listen, so I’ve been told), stood. Continue reading