Big girl, little girl

Four days here and my mind is fizzing from sensory overload. Yesterday I went for a swim and my 8-year-old self clambered out the other side. I lay there soaking up the hot smell of baked paving stones, the put-put-putting of the kreepy krawly nosing its way around the pool, feeling the skin on my back start to cook. My grown-up self has some big ideas about wanting to understand this country politically, economically, socially, culturally... but the wee kid inside me just wants to “bomb” my brother.