The marks of the summer still laid bare on my slightly deformed thumb. I discovered the limits of my body, growing more aware of just how precious our hands are, extensions of who we are.

And if we slow down just enough, we see the wonder in their eyes as they watch tadpoles wriggling in a jar or spy a whip of a tail through the grass. These moments of discovery are not just fleeting experiences; they are seeds of inspiration that bloom into lifelong passions and dreams.