Though I have walked around this neighborhood the past three years of living here, this time seems different. It is as if the fresh lens with which my son sees the world is also the same one I look through now. The good, the bad and the ugly are all new experiences for my son, and apparently, me too. These walks with him have brought me to different realizations, even getting me lost in my own neighborhood. These walks have brought me to new places physically, mentally and spiritually.
These are those places . . .