Remembering a morning walk through Ann Morrison Park years ago…we move from under a canopy of trees into the bright sunshine. Our toddler son runs into the bright sunlight first. He stops. Looking at the ground he slowly lifts one foot up, then the other. He sprints in a circle looking down shouting, “Don’t like it! Don’t like it!” His mother bends down and gently asks, “Don’t like what?” He jumps into her arms and points to his shadow.
His older sister begins to laugh uncontrollably. I crack a big grin myself. This is serious business for him, though. My wife explains to him that it is just his shadow, and continues read more
