Going back in time

When I think about my child hood, certain activities come to mind. I remember jumping on beds, hiding underneath them, going inside the clothes dryer, climbing trees, and rolling down hills.

The act of rolling down a hill gives the opportunity to temporarily lose control of your body, until it finally comes to rest at the bottom. This loss of control provides for some a state of euphoria and release. Maybe it scrambles your brain. Maybe it un-scrambles it.