Originally posted by: MichaelD
I remember when my son (almost 10 now) was that age. It was a magical time.
Everything was amazing to him. Every day was a new life. Every time we went somewhere, it was some new adventure.
Despite the fact that his Other Parent tried her damndest to make each day with him a miserable experience for both he and I, somehow we found the magic.
But then he got older and better able to be brainwashed by Broomhilda. She poisoned his mind and his life. Things weren't the same after that.
But, I will always treasure those days.

I remember swinging my son. I'll never forget.