As I sit here at this desk...crunching a number or two...I think back to times long ago...when I could laugh the whole day through.

When I would laugh towards the treetops...just for fun...

When I would go through life...all day...out in the Sun.

When...I could hardly think about what was ahead...

You laughed...and laughed...until your face turned red.

And...in a distant field of a Camp somewhere...

A field sits briefly empty...in the cold Winter air...

And...I can still hear the laughter there...

I hear the kids enjoying a Summer day...without a care.

Oh...our life gets busy...and so dang entrenched in our things...

That we fail to look back...at what the laughter...our young heart sings.

We know of good things that make us laugh...down deep on the inside...

But...we trod on and on...the laughter our «kid» heart had inside...has gone to hide.

We look to each other...and discuss in a professional manner...

And forget about the times we exchanged in joyful «kid-like» banter.

Now...Grey are our insides...like that of a cadaver...

From wasting away in serious concerns...and in anger.

What we need is to spend some time back out in the Sun...to go run and play...

And...remember the laughter we once had...laughing through a Summer day.

With friends around of all kinds...the cool ones or the dorks...the ones we thought so highly of...

The friends you could laugh all day with...the fun that echoed in your group...up into the sky above.

The laughter may have grown faint over so many, many years...

Your sadness may have grown....from so many, many tears.

But...I can hear the Children’s Laughter...when I see a Camp’s vacant field...

And for one moment the laughter encompasses my soul...I laugh renewed...and momentarily healed!

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