ratbags or angels?

I want to be a kid again. Now that I'm not so little anymore, I remember how carefree it was to be a 5 year old ratbag with not a care in the world. Well I was a ratbag anyway. A fat one. My family used to call me the Michelan child because I had so many rolls. Back then, my biggest worry was who would get the front seat on the way to the supermarket . I guess back then those little things seemed enormous and in ten years time I will think back to me in my 20s and how sweet life was without wrinkles.

Anyway, I wanted to share with you a few photos that I took while I was playing photographer at the National Celtic Festival on the weekend. They make me appreciate the small things and live for the moment. The girl in the second photo made me smile, she jumped up out of nowhere and danced her little heart out in front of a room full of people. She didn't care who saw her or what anyone thought of her. That would have been me back in the day... but more like rolling around the stage instead of floating.