Ten minutes, ten days, as a ten year old.

For the next ten days I’m going to spend ten minutes recreating moments of my childhood. It’s to remind myself that the world is still a magical place, and full of wonder .

Today, I turned my bicycle into a motorbike with a playing card and clothespin. Hung tassels from grips, road barefoot, and chased my boys around the neigbourhood.

Tomorrow, I hope to find nudy magazines in the garbage can at the park.