I've been looking at the very large puddle forming in my backyard the last couple of days. It could almost be considered a small lake. The thing I love about it is the memories it brings back of running and jumping into puddles when I was a girl. I can close my eyes and watch myself running across the yard in one of my play dresses and bare feet (my feet were always bare). When I got to the edge of the water I closed my eyes and jumped as high as I could so I would make the biggest splash. If I was successful both my clothes and my hair would be soaked. It was divine!
What are your puddle memories?