about fences.
Where I grew up, we had this fabulous back yard. Three houses backed up to it. They stood high on an embankment. It was 18 cement stairs down to the basement level and another 16 stairs, if you took that way down to the yard. Most of the time we just ran down the hill next to the stairs. Sometimes we laid on our sides and rolled.
About 150 yards from the hill with the stairs was the river bank. From here to there was all green, green grass, not a fence in sight. I once did 741 somersaults across that expanse. It’s a record that I obviously still cherish.
A fence across that grassy field would’ve undreamed an endless stream of childhood somersaults. We wouldn’t have thought of doing many things that we did.
Fences would have changed our thinking. They have a way of dividing our view into greener and not so green grass. The worst are the fences disconnect us from our potential. Build a fence around your goals, and you’ll surely not reach them.
Draw a fence around your heart, and people will stay out.
I don’t like fences. They make it hard to set records we never forget.
741 somersaults — not a fence in sight.
