We had been at the park in Babenhausen, West Germany, where we lived nearby, Cody was on the swings, as was his twin brother Shawn, and I was swinging them both, pushing the swings forward, as they few higher and higher.
There was a big bright ball in the sky Cody kept looking at it-he was four-years old, Shawn paid little attention to it. On the face of Cody, he was surely saying, “What does it mean?” So his expression told me. He put his face upward as the swing went higher, to see if it moved. Continue reading “Sun Over Babenhausen”