My family was visiting Callaway gardens. Of course, I was acting very rambunctious (when was a time that I was not?) While having our pictures made by a small pond, something caught my eye. It was a frog. I constructed a foolproof plan to capture the little green guy. As I turn to go get him my mom said, "Caroline don't do that. You will fall in." In my raspy little voice, I said, "I won't fall in." SPLASH. My beautiful, most likely hand-me-down, keds tennis shoes were at the bottom of the pond. I just looked at my mom with wide eyes waiting for a response. I remember feeling embarrassed for what I had done. I jumped out of the water as quick as I could. My mom scooped me up, and it was off to the bathroom to be cleaned up. I am sure my mom was frustrated having me complain about my wet shoes all day. However, I know she could not help but smile when she saw her little mess maker walking around in soaking wet keds.
I cannot help but miss being that careless little mess maker. Growing up was the least of my worries. All I knew was my shoes were wet.
War Eagle to being little.