Bare feet slapping hastily on the tile floor as ten or more children run in every direction in search of another clue for a scavenger hunt. The triumphant shrill of the child lucky enough to stumble upon it and make known above the happy cries of the others that it was indeed her doing that put them ahead in the race. She is basking in glory for a few happy seconds until the stress cuts in again as the other team still advances.
There is no better way to start off the new year than with an old friend and a bunch of crazy sugar-hyped kids running around as if we were all five in the basement of a church, busy with the sounds of blue grass. The rain could be heard on the newly installed tin roof and a feeling of dampness only dealt with by playing harder and faster. Then all in one moment I was swept up in the final count down for the new year and found myself jumping up and down screaming out celebrations of the new year.