Steps

Each step is a choice or a necessity. I could stand still.

But I am curious. And, unlike either parent, I ask questions. I enquire. I look. I explore.

Steps beckon.

If I see steps, I climb them.

It might have a lot to do with a fanciful wooden staircase on my mantel as a child in Illinois, a "Staircase to Heaven."

These steps are in the 1928 house I have my eye on.

Methinks I am still climbing.