{"id":157,"date":"2017-06-06T12:36:00","date_gmt":"2017-06-06T12:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2017\/06\/06\/a-small-town-chalk-festival"},"modified":"2021-09-23T05:30:42","modified_gmt":"2021-09-23T12:30:42","slug":"a-small-town-chalk-festival","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=157","title":{"rendered":"a small town chalk festival"},"content":{"rendered":"
The older one gets, the more you realize just how small your childhood town is, especially when you return home.<\/div>\n
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The idyllic Main Street of Bountiful, Utah, on a beautiful Spring day in May becomes home to the Chalk Festival.<\/a><\/div>\n
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.<\/a><\/div>\n
As we walk, I reminisce back to my own youth, biking around town, stopping by the local candy store, the newspaper office, the bookstore.<\/div>\n
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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.<\/div>\n\n\n
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