Do you hear anything when you look at this?
It's faint, but I hear the slap of the rope, the tap of shoes and my little girl self singing a jump rope chant.
Down by the river, down by the sea,
Johnny broke a bottle and he blamed it on me.
I told ma, ma told pa,
Johnny got a lickin' and a ha ha ha.
How many lickin's did Johnny get?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ....
It's the closest I've felt to that little girl in a long, long time.