FLashback Friday! Enchanted

While I have spent most of my life here, I had some of the most magical years as a little girl in Steamboat Springs, CO. We moved there when I was not yet 2 and stayed there until the summer after Kindergarten. I have memories from our time there that have lasted me my whole life and are often the source of my "Happy Thoughts". When I began doing yoga nearly 8 years ago our instructor would council us to find a place in our minds that we could go to, to COMPLETELY Relax, well for me it was straight to the enchanted land of Steamboat Springs. Our time was short there but we lived in 5 different houses and one in particular stands out the most for me. It was out in the country with nothing but land for miles on each side, it was log cabin style with a side porch and a stream flowing behind it. I had my very own room with a giant walk in closet where my parents had set up a little play area for me complete with school desk. This closet wasn't just any closet though, it was my office, my desk was like a teachers desk only made for little kids and I had all my most important papers sorted neatly on it, I had a play phone to make phone calls and I would spend hours in my imagination. I remember how I felt while playing in there, free of stress and full of dreams, I could be whatever I wanted, a business women, a teacher, a doctor, a singer, a mom, it was my Narnia.

I have always felt blessed for the time that I was able to spend there as a child. It was a very small town, we spent winters skiing, ice skating and sledding, while summer was filled running through fields, catching tadpoles in the nearby stream, riding horses and Friday nights at the rodeo. I will never forget how on Sunday mornings as we drove to church there would be hot air balloons dotting the sky, enchanting I tell you. We were not rich but I felt like the luckiest kid alive while riding next to my Dad in his big orange (he says it use to be red) GMC truck with the radio on and singing along with Christopher Cross and ToTo!! I pray for my kids to look back on their childhood and feel the way I do about mine.

This is not the actual truck but very similar.