where's that girl?

When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen. A.A. Milne

There was once a girl who might have accidentally stepped into the freezing cold water of a state lake. Because she stood too close to the edge. Both her own mother, and her siblings, made fun of her. And she did feel a little silly, with her pants freezing to her leg. But what a story!

That girl splashed into the deep, murky water of the Loup River all summer long, despite the water moccasins. She rescued her baby brother from certain death when he was pulled under in strong currents of water.

At ten years old, she was a giant clumsy bull in a tiny little shop in Mexico, and broke a glass figurine. She ran away, embarrassed and mortified.

She followed the boys, racing around town with them, on an ugly old green bike. When the chain fell off and she flew over the handlebars, she lived to tell the tale, with two cracked front teeth, and ugly gravel-rubbed scars on her elbows and knees.

She's the girl who went to concerts late on Sunday nights; arriving at work the next day, utterly exhausted, but completely happy.

Her graduation announcement stated boldly, “On to Adventure!” but somewhere along the way, she got lost in the mundane, in routine. 

She was adventurous and daring, she broke the rules. 

What happened to that girl? Where did she go?

I intend to find her again, tell her to put on her Big Boots, and run jubilantly outside her comfort zone. 

So... skydiving, anyone?! ;)

"that girl"