It happened to me. Has it ever happened to you? You are going about your life, “living” day-by-day when suddenly something triggers your memories. Memories of the “good old days.” Memories of the person you used to be. Memories of the person you “thought” you would grow up to be. It happened to me. I was playing football in the front yard with my five year old son this weekend. Something I do far too little of these days. He wanted to play tackle, but I did not want to get dirty. I did not want to get tired. But watching him had a profound affect on me. You see, I saw myself in him. I saw that young boy who longed for nothing else than to be outside playing football. Running, jumping, playing. I could not help but wonder, where did that little boy go? You know the one. The kid who would rather be outside playing soldier than sitting in front of the television. The one that would rather be pretending to catch the game winning touchdown pass, or hit the half court shot at the buzzer to win the championship. What ever happened to that kid?