I explained that this is where you roast hot dogs and marshmallows. And when she asked, could we do that now?, I said no.
A gentle chastening in my spirit said "Why not?"
I lit an imaginary fire, found some great make believe roasting sticks. We ate roasted marshmallows, the giant ones, to our hearts' content and then some. A few fell into the fire, and many caught on fire so we blew them out.
And when it was time to leave, we were satisfied. A true gift...simple, free, and completely spontaneous.
And I thank God for His gentle prodding, pushing my mind to think differently and entertain in ways full of magic and memory.