I’ve bent thinking about this a lot lately, what did the 8 year old me love?
Dancing, playing with my brothers, hanging out with my friends, playing outside, being with my family, making art, sneaking cookies, laughing, running to the ice-cream truck, hanging upside down, campaigning for a dog, and making myself beautiful with whatever make-up I could find.
What would that little girl think of the grown up me now?
What did you love to do? Are you still doing it in some way?