When I think of myself as a kid, one image that comes to mind is me lying on the couch or looking out the window, daydreaming. I don't remember most of what I thought about; I don't think it really matters. I was observing. Resting. Reflecting the way kids do. Most kids find time for this in one way or another — through art or lego building, riding their bike, or playing basketball on the driveway. It’s as we get older that we lose the time and patience for it, turning rest and reflection into another thing on our to-do list.