The slam of a screen door and the tiny echoing shout, in my mind, of my mother’s voice… “Judy…don’t slam that door!” has the power to instantly transport me back to summer and childhood.
I’ve never experienced quite the same sensation as when, pigtails flying, I’d run out that old screen door. The resulting ‘smack’ was the starting gun to the most freedom I’ve ever known.
Barefoot, I’d run across the dew-wet grass and into another summer day that was full of endless promise… my feet and heart in flight.