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.