One of my favorite parts about traveling with Jason to gigs is being able to meet different people. People have amazing stories, if you take the time to ask and get to know them.
I met a really neat woman in Atlanta a few weeks ago at one of Jason’s gigs. Since our visit we have emailed back and forth a few times and she shared with me a great story. Here it is..
“I put some play into my day yesterday when my 17-year-old son and I had an impromptu game of mud ball. We found an old, very muddy ( wet, Georgia clay-covered) playground ball, and made up the rules as we went along. I could run up to him and try to hit him with the ball, but he could not chase after me and had to count to “5” before he threw it at me! Good thing we have a big backyard, but I’m sure the neighbors wondered what we were screaming (and laughing) about!!! The game ended with us both fairly splattered with clay, and then I finished him off by throwing a big pitcher of cold water on him as he came thru the back door! HA! So he gleefully hugged me, making sure I was as wet and dirty as he was! What a mess we made, but what fun we had! I’m still wiping off the splatters on the house (inside and out) but smiling about the
memory we made!”
This Adultitis-free woman is a mother of seven. I’m so inspired that she took the time exercise her childlike spirit. What a memory! Memories like this are worth more than gold.