My grandparents owned a dairy farm. When my siblings and I were younger, we’d play in the barn with our large extended family. My cousin, who was a year older and my closest friend at the time, used to convince me to follow her across the barn beams suspended above the hayloft.
We'd practice our gymnastics routines, even though neither of us had any training. As we stood above our adoring audience of barn cats, we'd extend our arms and put one foot in front of the other to make our way across the rough-cut beams. Despite our stupidity, God's angels shrouded us in safety.
