The older one gets, the more you realize just how small your childhood town is, especially when you return home.
The idyllic Main Street of Bountiful, Utah, on a beautiful Spring day in May becomes home to the Chalk Festival.
It showcases local talents from the schools in the area as they draw in chalk their artistic ideas and visions onto the sidewalks along Main Street. I am lucky enough to spend time with my nieces as we walk up and down the street and look at what has been created.
As we walk, I reminisce back to my own youth, biking around town, stopping by the local candy store, the newspaper office, the bookstore.
We hold hands while waiting for our local smoothies, and sit in the shade of a pine tree in the park. I marvel at how much each of them has grown in the six months since I saw them last. I cherish their tiny, curious voices and wide eyes.