Permission to Push

God surfaced a sweet childhood memory. I’ve never been able to remember my childhood. It’s more like a movie projected to a screen by an old vintage projector. It’s image flickers and in out as wheels turn.

It was a time when life was simple — at least for me— I was just a child. I vividly remember is sitting on the swing adamantly demanding my father to…

“Push me, daddy, push me.”